Tuesday, November 17, 2009
someone has a lot to say
you know how there's always one place for certain things? wristwatch on the bedside table. cell phone on the dresser. chapstick in the abyss of your purse. And then one day you think 'maybe i should be more careful with my things' and you decide to put it in a 'safer' place only for it to get lost (because you couldn't have put it anywhere but the bedside table/dresser/sink top) and then it's gone. Lost forever. Hearts are something like that. we're all scrounging about looking for a safer place, bad judgment clouds our vision. our hearts are lost and our souls are empty.