Threads of who we used to be...

Just a little something I felt like putting down on paper...

These are painful things we share, you and I. Walking by the river this morning, I realized that life has wound us together; whether we like it or not. Walking by the river this morning, I opened my eyes and took a deep breath; still trying to tell myself that you will not come back. Maybe life threw us together; maybe it was hard and fast and messy. Maybe it was broken and whole and fucked up and beautiful, but it was what it was. You and I are like strings, bound together by the same shades and fiber, but fraying at first chance. I don’t think about you much anymore. It’s probably better that way. Now when I look out the window, I just see dreams of grey skies and a big city, somewhere I can always find a person to talk to but still feel alone. I woke up one day and instead of wishing to be with you I was wishing to be somewhere far away; a city with big buildings and rainy days. I’ve always liked the idea of Seattle. The furthest place from where I am; big and depressing and “hippie bohemian bullshit” artistic, as you would call it. That’s where I want to be when I stop missing you. That’s where I want to be when my world falls down…and when you wake up in the middle of the night and realize your mistake, I will be so far from you. That’s where I want to be when your world caves in.