just write it all down. it is a bittersweet thing when all of your words flow through your sadness, when that is the only time you can find them. a moment when you cannot figure out why, and just need to see them in print. maybe if you can put them out there - they will go away. I only know one thing for certain, and it comes in two parts. I want to be the one told, for once, that it is going to be okay. I want to be see through, if only for this moment, for these moments come at an always inconvenient time - as if there were a convenient time. my eyes on most days hazel, but today mostly green. like the trees outside my window, during these first weeks of June.
