akasha823

I wrote this on September 6, 2005.

Untitled at this point,
Twisting words around,
Losing the meaning
Within the sounds.

Definitions of sorrow,
Declarations of a brighter tomorrow.
A brighter tomorrow, which never comes.
We realize that the hope we felt,
Was only borrowed.

Implied hope,
Wished-for luck;
Once in a lifetime,
By lightning struck.

Seems like the dreams
Never come true.
But still they entice,
Every night seeming new.

Never-ending story,
Of misguided hope.
Playing the story of my life;
Shuffle, repeat,
Like Sisyphus
Who again will climb.
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I met someone.
He is really hot. Nice and smart. He has these incredible blue eyes and a great shaved head that I want to rub all the time.
I like him a lot. The problem is, I seem to over analyze anything. I want to spend time with him, but I don't want to seem anxious or clingy.

I just need to take a chill pill.