roxxee

Home again, home again...

Coming through the lines in my walls your words fall down on me and your distance weighs down on me and your saddness turns me around to a year but an eternity ago and I think how I was happy but could not be happy. But. You made me happy. Items in boxes I packed weeks ago and I think that they are collecting dust and the film will hold them there and how then shall I ever return to my home? Where will I put my things and my head to sleep? Somewhere new. A new home. I think perhaps we will see one another in some casual place and I will burn and die inside but I will say "Hello." I'm writing to you all these times and I don't know how to say it any other way. I imagine when my voice leaves my lips, all I will say is "Hello" when all I want to do is be enveloped and fall asleep forver and ever and ever...