A Journal

Location: Stanford, California, United States

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Monday, September 18, 2006

Summer was long.

But here I am.

And it is gone.

You keep asking whether or not it has hit me yet. At approximately 4:47 am, I can tell you I still can't go to bed because I cannot stop thinking of you.

Dammit, come back

Draw a line in the sand,
don't cross it.
Keep your hopes in a box,
don't lock it.
Keep your love right here,
don't toss it.
It's the best part
of everything you own.