So little to say, so much time. You hide behind something that controls everything you do. When you sleep, when you call, when you love. But can you brake away from maybe two seconds and face me...true to heart. True to you. True to me.
~So, here we are. Can you believe we are actually here? Now? In this time frame, using these words, and loving every second of it? Nah, neither could I. But I miss you. Miss you as you hate me. Miss you as you scream at me. I'm not desperate.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.