21 March 2011

21 July 2010

i always imagined i would feel different
that i would feel a connection
something irrevocable
i thought i would feel something
but that's not how things turned out
while i felt comfortable
while i laughed
while i talked and made no sense
while i left early
so as to save my grace
i didn't feel different
in the end
i'm still me
I'm too young to feel so tired
so jaded
my eyes shouldn't strain to stay open
and I shouldn't already be addicted to caffeine.
I'm the age of sleepless nights
of staying out late
of having nights blend into mornings
into afternoons
into sunsets.
I'm too young to feel so old.
Silence is a noise and it's deafening when you weren't alone before.