silver moon; whimsical me

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& I sit her anxiously, with an ache in my chest, on a Thursday night, with my owl mug, and some coffee. Black. My phone does the occasional vibrate, and I have a flower pot sitting nearby that I bought from Goodwill a ways back. The words of a kid named Cudi flow from one ear and out the other, because I'm not the kind of person who can type and listen to music. I know this girl, who has eyes as blue as the sky on my layout, and a heart the size of the universe. I'm not 'hooked on phonics', I'm hooked on you. I have this theory that if you put something into the air, it'll come around full circle in time. I also have this theory that everyone in fact, will leave. I, for whatever reason like to leave a Facebook tab open, just to see if someone writes on my Wall. & for whatever reason, no one does. I will read the Perks of Being A Wallflower until I go blind, because my dog ate my glasses while I was at work. And if you read this, we're both alone.