Sunday, August 23, 2009


Sometimes there's too many reasons not to try.
But you help me keep my head up.
I look at you instead of the ground.
To me, your life message is, "We'll all float on, okay."
It helps me.
Even when you're not around.
You see, your skin and bones are meaningless to me.
The things you have done, are going to do, and are able to do are meaningless to me.
The places you've been and the things you've seen are meaningless to me.
All I care for is everything else underneath it all.
Sometimes, I wish it was just infatuation.
It'd make life a whole lot easier.

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