I sat just listening
To the music on the radio...

Some things feel simple
When, truly, they aren't...

Feelings rush through me like
Nothing wants to be inside...

I like to think that we belong.
We know those among us...

I'm sitting in the dark,
Looking off into the endless void...

I glance at you,
You don't glance back...

Christmas dawns early, for winter, at least.
I wake up, looking forward to my presents...

Imagine what would happen if I had not met you!
I'd always be just staring...

Why is it that when I
Start truly caring, you begin...

I used to crave the attention of others
I cared what they all thought...

I sat staring
Out across the lake...

April 6, 2008
Is the day that I will always hate...