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i never wanted to give up [and part of me still won't, never will] but i couldn't let myself sit waiting for something that won't be coming back to me because i saw it in his eyes real or contrived the look, the voice, the distance but days like today the smile, the hands on his hips, the list goes on forever especially after being angry for four days [i thought i was special i thought i could make it now i'm just like the rest of them] confuse me and on the next turn complete the cycle i still have no way to check my answers the back of the book is blank and i'm still looking for the dividing line between light and dark no answers still give me hope; no answers make it simple to move i may be moving, but it is wanderlust i do not know my direction have faith, however i always find my way [my.. how random & ..lovely.
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