The Ones Who Leave. Haven't Actually Left. God Just Hides Their Faces From Us. Why? I Do Not Know.

Seems Like It Was Yesterday That I Saw Your Face. You Told Me How Proud You Were And I Walked Away. If Only I Knew What I Know Today.

. + Countess Elizabeth Bathory

So. The other day, I'm walking around the house. And I realize that everywhere I go. I have a song in my head. A song that suits everything perfectly.
Like, right now. There's an old movie about vampires and werewolves on the TV. And. My mind's screaming out 'Carry You Home' by James Blunt.
I've deduced that I have my own background music, wherever I go.

I miss Mum. Like crazy. It's been a little too long. That's completely my Mum song.

'As Strong As You Are;
Tender You Go;
I'm Watching You Breathing;
For The Last Time.
A Song For Your Heart;
But When It Is Quiet;
I Know What It Means;
And I'll Carry You Home. '

I just woke up. And. I don't know what else to blog about. =/ It's been eight months since I've met Mum. I see her everyday. But. She seldom talks to me. I wonder what I did to piss her off. I don't know what it was. I really don't. =/


Yesterday. Was amazing. Shahrose, Saniya, Menahil made my day. I was in the worst mood ever before. But. I couldn't stop laughing then.

Anywho. I guess I'd better go get some breakfast, seeing as how I'm not allowed to fast, right now. Stupid Doctors. -_-


<3

And now that my heart is much lighter. Can I fly up to where you are?

And as I sit, here, anticipating your next moves, I forget all of mine.

Everything I say is completely taken out of context. I hope that doesn't happen when I tell you I love you.

Even though eight months have passed, now, we feel like we're the only people on Earth in the world going through this. Guess what. We are. Nobody else lost you.

And the little exposure we got through communication, we lost through hate.

They're trying to break me down. You. Keep your blue wall mounted high. I know it's there for you and me.

If you know me, you'd know I can't see anyone in pain. Least of all you. That's why I left.

It's not fair that you get to see everything that's going on, while we live off of pictures of you and what's stored up there. Not fair, at all.

Sometimes, the tears I shed for you, aren't wet. They're happy tears. And they long to be wiped away by you.
I miss you.