Thursday, November 8, 2007

What does it feel like to fit?
To be irreplaceable? 
What is it like to be a part of something?
To know an instant won't change your entire world?




I'm feeling detached, so I guess it's time to run for a while.
There are things I can't pretend
There are things I can't say
no, not anymore.
My heart is heavy
But your load,
it weighs enough.


wake up the dawn,
and ask her why