twohundredthirteen.

It's all the same, and I don't tend to play these games. I write in circles, music and words. One step forward, always another one back. It's these two left feet or some other kind of trap. Round, and, round, and round again. Life can't begin if it won't ever end. Because its a laugh on the outside, a sigh on the inside. A smile on my face, but a lost look in my mind. It's just better to lie to everyone. Act as if everything's still in its place. I miss you. Your laugh, your eyes, your touch, your kiss, your love, your companionship. I miss all of you. Where are you now?

It's like a rogue star raced across the sky and ripped my sun away.