you'll never know who I am.
And I'm not even talking about that particular person, or
even the other one, who I can't talk to (yet?).
But everyone. And I'm willing to listen, to stare into your head and love you, I'm ready, but are you? And is it possible to open up long enough until someone sees you, and loves you, without getting hurt? It's sensitive, and anything can make you stop
working,
comments like films of dust clouding up your mind and releasing tears you never knew you had.
If you're waiting, like me, please show me, show me and while I might not look at you as I look at others, two particular people, two whose affection I may never even see, I can love you in a different way, I will see you in a different spectrum and it would be a bond more powerful than blood, and you'll see me and I'll see you and I'll be important to you and you'll be important to me
and sometimes I think that if everyone cared exclusively about everyone else, they wouldn't have to care about themselves, and life would be better.
Except, that's silly and I'm only a child and I need to do my homework.
Labels: and then I opened my eyes and it went away.
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.