it's an awakening.
sittting here with 500 hershey's kisses which are supposed to mean 'i love you.'
It's scary how the things I want to say just escape me.
The words are gone...
And I'm left with a stupid post like this to acknowledge the brilliance of the thought when it existed.
Because brilliant things are created to crash and burn.
Because if you stay quiet and think about it, the crashing and burning can me more beautiful than the occurence itself.
Well...
I hope.
Here's a toast to the beauty of falling
falling down
and down
down
down
down
Let's hope there's a trampoline or a jetpack when I hit the bottom.
Heartbreak makes the strongest person weak.
