i want a rocketship to space. [or something along those lines.]

-my fish doesn't have a name.
[and he's probably going to die soon]
-and I am so confused to why I whispered in your ear.









You know I didn't go to sleep right away when I got off this.
I talked on the phone to someone for about an hour and a half.

I just replayed the memory in my head
of riding down the road listening to postal service
when the snow first fell
and you held my hand.


i love the innocence of it all.




I'm going back to school tomorrow.
I don't want to go back to what I was doing
I know that It'll end up killing my spirit
my soul
and everything in me that I actually like about myself.





i work tomorrow
four thirty to close.




school.
no fear.
even though i lost my self for a moment.
and whispered in your ear.