Every time I take the bus, I think I’ll see you. It’s a mix sensation of dreaming and wishing. It’s been so long that every now and then, I believe that it happened. That the feeling I’m having is not yearning, but being nostalgic about it. I keep picturing your glances towards me while I’m skipping to the exact song I play in my head when I think of you.
The problem with my life so far is that I keep writing the script, but the actors never follow it. Even though I can write another one, there’s always that lingering sensation that the crumpled paper is the story I should improve. I’ve never been the girl that could get over. I’m more of the bitter type that will forever be thinking about words unsaid.
listening while writing: Iron and Wine – Such Great Heights