miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010

It's weird
Human beings mature so slowly
after 5 years I'm done, I don't want to keep searching

I found him (I found you)

but then I'm here. Far away, wanting to make my days count
My days of reading, of working, of d o i n g

and yet

I'd sit still
for hours
loving.
I do, sometimes.

It's like playing to be a tree in the middle of this forest