this anxiety is fear.
i did not know that it could feel this way.
fear...
fear!
how very foreign you are to me!
but why do i fear my wishes?
why do i fear my dreams?
why do i fear my desires?
am i any less than any other, so much less that i would have no right to my own insanity?
the summer is over it rains
where were we the last time that we talked?
oh... it was spring!
no. spring was magic.
we talked last a few weeks ago, and then i lost track of it all.
you told me that you missed me and i wondered if it was me or the redhead that was missed.
i like the summer when the heat is gone i like the spring when the breeze is warm i like the autumn when the sun is smooth i like the winter in the winter
i came to think of you and her, of him and i, and i have gotten to wonder. i see her more often than you do. you do not see him at all. we, we do not exist, we are eternal.
i mash your words and his. you asked me what it would be like... and he told me what it would be like.
when it rains, what is the truth?