i'd fall into your arms sobbing if i knew where it was you are keeping yourself these days. i need you more than i think i do and instead i am pushing you only further away. the seconds tick away into mindless drivel, i find myslef constantly sitting on edge waiting to hear any new words from you. content in the feeling of never being truly lost. bottled inside me is a passion i don't know what to do with- my passion is art. (i know that much) for it is something, and isn't everything art?!