love, i love.
and i miss you, while you find ways to let things out of your head into the clay that is your life; and i miss you, while you work so hard you do not call me, because you do not think of me at all, because you do not think of anything at all; and i miss you, while i wander through my days plucking adventures out of thin air and wishing you were here for me to share them with.
and you are not here, and i miss you.
it is a pretty pretty world and i wonder sometimes that it took me so long to see the things that were in front of my face all along.
and i miss you, while you find ways to let things out of your head into the clay that is your life; and i miss you, while you work so hard you do not call me, because you do not think of me at all, because you do not think of anything at all; and i miss you, while i wander through my days plucking adventures out of thin air and wishing you were here for me to share them with.
and you are not here, and i miss you.
it is a pretty pretty world and i wonder sometimes that it took me so long to see the things that were in front of my face all along.
