December 4, Evening
Sometimes, I just wonder if he looks as hard as I do, for me, if he actually seaches at all as I wander, aimlessly, wander along the beach shoreline, counting the sand and seagulls flying by. I want to know if he cares. I want him to care, but not just to care; I want him to want to care. Because if he did, he would notice; I would not have to say, would I? And my heart would not break so hard into pieces of glass, piercingly. If only I knew he is journeying, to find the hidden me, it would hold me together…. I want him to sing softly,
There we sat among the thousand, fools just like us, but not so in love like us.
There we spoke of all our feelings, and dreams were born like that, and we hope for love like that.
Now your dreams have changed and we are far apart.
I don't know when or where to start, leading you from my mind.
I want to stand with you again. I hope to find you here again.
Then the eternal sunshine.
I'll search for the orange moon that
