Time is running out

I wish I had said this to you when I still had the chance:

I remember when I first met you and how intriguing I found you. You seemed to be the epitome of all that I was looking for at the time, and now, even more so. But I'm starting to think I simply like this game we constantly play. Me so close to catching you, only for you to just run away right when I reach out to touch your shoulder with my open hand. But it's not possible to catch you, is it? You're always going to run and you're always going to have a good reason to... honest or not, right?

I just wish I could believe you when you say this is what you want and that you will break up with her for me. It's so hard to though... so hard.

Just be proud of yourself. You've got mad game. You haven't lost it yet.



Words keep spilling out of me and I have no idea where they are coming from...

I drifted along the edge of the road in a sleepy daze. My feet felt like rocks and I extended too much effort to even lift them up off the ground. Wet fingertips touched my face. It felt nice. The soft mist coming down was beautiful in such a silent way. It had already taken my breath from me when it started an hour ago. But it will be gone by morning. It has been like this for the past week now. Drizzling drops all through the night, but no rain during the days. No heavy downpours that harbor my secret love. I have been spending my time in the night instead, so I don't miss the wetness that I crave so much.

The night is very forgiving, I have learned. Or maybe it's just the dark. It hides everything and makes all things lovely, even if it's not when the light of day shines itself upon it. No matter what it is, no matter how ugly you think it should be... it's incapable of being that way when the sun goes down. The dark creates a different world. I feel like I am transported into a completely new place and I no longer have to be who I really am. It is comforting in a scary way. Sometimes I fear I might lose myself in this black, black place. What if I can't come back when the sun comes up?