exit 68

i've driven you home often enough to recognize the roads and every stop sign i have to turn at, we've talked in my car for hours on end it could fill up a library. 

she's out of your life for now, i don't want to think about how long that'll last because i would rather stay blissfully starring at the stars; always with you by my side.

"text me when you get home"

i will. i can't help myself clinging onto you, so i will text you when i get home. and i'll continue avoiding death so i can see you again.

i know. i KNOW you'll always keep a strand of connection with her, my whole being still holds on to hope that it'll be me. for all i know, the strand of connection is just your red string of fate; soulmates don't always work out, that doesn't erase the title.

the tension was light but prominent i kept wanting to get closer to you it just didn't feel like the moment, it's good this is going slow because if it were up to me i'd be taking everything too fast. whatever was going on tonight, between us, didn't feel rushed; i wanted more but it wasn't the anguish, crawling up your organs type of desperation. it was a calm yet heartbreaking "we'll get there someday".

who knows if we will? positive and negative, hot and cold, you see the dress white and gold i see it blue and black, i see the cloud as a sting ray you see it as a fish skull. new perspectives, different ones, at least we see sea creatures not something like water and fire. we're not completely opposites, and even if we were, we're not magnets.

your feelings feel static, maybe it's because you refuse to acknowledge them or don't talk about them; i wonder if you think of them or if you realize what you do. the way you act and behave, your life surrounding you making you feel so small in such a big world.

i wonder what you feel about me

and like always, i hope we can always talk for hours