i think i saw u in my sleep.

.i actually wanted to see you today. and tommorrow.ive slept in every bed in this town. the way it runs yellow with cars. i dont know how to feel about us. i dont know how to feel at all. should i be falling apart? yes or no, i guess you decide. i pray for something to crash into me and smash me back to something more simple. i pray for fistfights so i can be knocked out and wake up in the e.r. i wish for disaster so i can be razed. i wish for july and white walls and yellow socks with grips.  i bet joan of arc had the worst persecution complex ever. and i miss you.

8:18.

peterpan.