Skipping Stones and Sinking Hearts.

Oh darling, please believe me.
Oh darling, please be.

Back and forth yet again. On and on and on and on. Nothing ever makes sense. But then again, sense lies within nothing.

Maybe it should have hurt, but I didn't let it. That would be silly, and pointless. No control.

And it all is rather amusing, really. It's like some bizarre circle. No, not a circle. But some sort of shape, what with all the parties involved.

I'll face something. Or maybe nothing at all. I'm already inside the abyss, as it were. Though I have already faced it to an extent.


These talks have been nice. Just talking to you in general makes me happy, but even moreso when we can discuss something of relevance. There's always more than we ever accept when actually in each other's presence.

If I could change it I don't know that I would. I wouldn't want to manipulate or alter anything, even if it did make me happier. Your happiness supersedes mine and always will.


Locked within. Or maybe without. The 'key' you asked about? Long gone. That one, at least. Maybe all of them. I barely keep track anymore. It seems pointless to focus on something that's so far gone.


Don't even know where I'm going anymore. On and on and on and on.





Please believe me.