this is my best friend.
this is who i share everything with.
this is the person who knows me the best.
this is the person that makes me laugh.
this is the person who makes me cry.
this is person who makes me feel whole.
this is person who puts up with my shit.
this is the person who challenges me.
this is the person who frustrates me.
this is the person i sleep beside.
this is the person who’s hug can fix anything.
this is best friend.
this is my soul mate.
up late and in the empty.
you know how it gets for me sometimes. i think to much, overanalyze. every angle covered in a quick daft mess.
i dream of nightmares lately. i wake up with a jump but not that scared. maybe it’s me or maybe it’s the pills.
i drive and i drive and all the time I’m somewhere else. behind the wheel i stare away. i get to work and look at the people passing by. i stare away.
people talk and i tune out. not by choice. white noise of silence as their lips move.
do you know that i have no idea what you just said? does the vacant look give me away?
there is no plan and ever since there hasn’t been, i feel better about it. plans just fall apart and give you something to be angry about, and as we all know, I’m far to good at being angry.
for just once, i don’t want to be the one who apologizes.
wouldn’t that be a change?
i can feel pain of 1999 straight up my highway.
curves and all.
that slow radiating ache that turns on me has no schedule to live by. it’s watch is set to a random spin.
tyelnol is not a friend of mine. we parted ways back in 2002.
now i hang out with tramacet and he has my back.
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