It seems like the days are growing longer. It's like time passing for the tree's. To slowly let go of their green leaves that they've spent months preparing for. Waiting for this one moment, to slowly let go so they can start the cycle again. We are both impatient. There's an irritation under my skin, and has been growling rapidly. I know what I want. It's like summer descending into fall. It's something I want so bad and it's right in front of me. Yet is seems miles away, and out of my reach.
Bring me 2010, bring me that road I've been dying to start new on. I want out
Sunday, September 13, 2009
It seems like the days are growing longer. It's like time passing for the tree's. To slowly let go of their green leaves that they've spent months preparing for. Waiting for this one moment, to slowly let go so they can start the cycle again. We are both impatient. There's an irritation under my skin, and has been growling rapidly. I know what I want. It's like summer descending into fall. It's something I want so bad and it's right in front of me. Yet is seems miles away, and out of my reach.
Bring me 2010, bring me that road I've been dying to start new on. I want out
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