the telephone keeps ringing, but i never have any intention to pick it up, or even say hello ( Read more... )

Thoughts are still the same. I try and think up new ones that I never had before, but these ones just continue to bleed into the pages of the next ( Read more... )

I've sat here for an hour. Maybe more. Maybe less. But, I still can't seem to understand where time had stopped in the first place ( Read more... )

I do not wish, for what the matter is, to comprehend the fact that maybe he left me, instead of I leaving him. I can't say anymore just where I stand in the entire matter ( Read more... )