Tuesday, October 25, 2011

sometimes I wonder what you would think of me now, I wonder what we would be talking about, I wonder if I will ever keep walking and one day you stop appearing in my mind when I look over and pretend that we are talking, I pretend I will see you soon, you are a cloud over my head and the planets colliding and the moon exploding and the sun bursting and it never meant anything if no one else remembers but what if I am the only one who remembers? i wonder if my star is meant to burn out and fall off the earth also.