i don’t know what you’d call this.. a poem.. a rant.. a story.. a rave.. *shrugs* what ever it is.. what ever its not.. does it matter? its not exactly about anyone.. but its not exactly about nobody either.. its about everyone. *shrugs* some times.. i just don’t like change. or i don’t like moving on, or giving up.. or calling it quits there are certain people in my life, that will always mean something no matter how much i try to show that they be it he or she does not.
I have this story.. going on in my head and it wants to be written down.. but every time I try… I cant think of the right words and its extremely bothersome.. because.. I cant get it out of my head, its there.. nagging.. banging and pleading to be let out then again, maybe I can come up with the words not because I cant think of them, maybe its because I don’t want to. the story, its a lovely one. its really grand. its about her and me, and you and them. it keeps playing in my head like a old rerun. perhaps I cant find the words not because i cant, because I don’t want to. because then the story will have an end. all the parts would of been played out. or maybe, I cant find them because, then other people will be able to read them. and I’d have to share them. and then they are there in stone. never able to be erased.