So, the words and i are in somewhat of a lover's tumult. They tell me I try too hard. I tend to believe them.

eventually she realized that as long as she was walking forwards; the light in front of her got further away. So she started walking backwards, hoping to meet up with the one who'd really thrown it in with her, what about them? And the light still got farther away, but the dark got warmer.

and he, who'd thrown it in and took that giant leap of faith, he was a sad one. He was highly neurotic, in a way that would make you smile. He was painfully liberal, except for the anti-abortion stint he'd been on all his life. A great deal of maintenance required. He believed that people had this tendency to lose one another in the big bad world, and it scared him.


i'm worried now but i won't be worried for long.