Mental Doodles at Night

[quillory]

It's sad how often we walk past each other without seeing;
brushing shoulders every once in a lifetime.
How I sip my drink while you stub your toe on the door
as you leave the coffeeshop. 
Or how you chew your pencil, poring over your paper
As I sit a few tables away

just as oblivious to you as you are to me.

It's sad how often I think of you
without knowing who you really are.
How you seem to inhabit my every thought
but I still can't see your face.
Or how you lie awake with my phantom arms around you...
We're dreaming of each other - 

We just haven't realized who we are yet.

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I'm getting all creative and writing and composing and shet. Must be that time of the month again. >:D
Time to sleep. I've got classes to go to tomorrrrrrrrrrrow.

Αγαπη, Ταθ <3

P.S. - Tin whistles are fun. Writing for them is, too. Trying to write for them in a manner that is palatable to the ears and the eyes, however, is harder than all hell. 

Comments

[quillory]

Wry thankee~

And yeah, I've got the best symptoms ever. @_@' Almost makes the intense irritability worth it.