home_and_away | Alannis, not everything in your journal is a song.....

I wake in your arms
Uncomfortably warm
Unaccountably drawn to the hope that you'll stay,
Though sometimes it feels
Like you were never so near
As when you were four hundred miles away.

What happens to magic when the novelty fades away?

Have I faded?

Have I faded?

I find myself now in places I walked
Away from in freshman year, wanting to talk
But unable for reasons I have yet to iron out...
And I'm scared that I'll wind up at the same dead end
If I don't hit reverse, rewind, and start again,
But if I do, baby, will you...want out?

I wake in your arms
Uncomfortably warm
But addicted to heat like a moth to a flame
And sometimes it feels
Like you were never so near
As when you were four hundred miles away.

Forget the right meanings of the words on my tongue
Look through them to the songs I've left so unsung
And find me in the spaces between the memories...
Remember the night when we sat in the cold
Talking for hours beneath the window
Until you finally reached out to me.....?

When nothing else matters, but then starts to, what then?

I've been seeing things out of the corner of my eye for the past few days...Don't know whether to question my sanity or accept that there are more things in heaven and earth, horatio...and they don't mind if I see them now and then... Probably ought to do both...

Still, it's a bit disconcerting at one in the morning, when mi querido is being particularly affectionate and my parents are just down the hall, to see something flickering in front of the little green light that marks the hall's opening into the livingroom...

The couch pillows smell like his cologne...I have to leave today; he has to work till 4:00... Miss him already.

Hate feeling this bloody dependant...

Meh...