crying on the way home, driving slowly because between the tears and the rain the road ahead is a blur....
...a rerun of many nights before, the same scenerio only the story and sometimes the characters change. BUT, life isn't a a tv rerun.... and the people aren't acting, my tears are real. The funny things we say, or do, those are real, not written by writers but made up in our heads. Life is real. The change is actually happening, and goodbye actually means goodbye. I cannot read ahead in the script and tell you what will come in the future, it hasn't been written yet. But somehow I know there will be many more nights of driving, my tears falling in rhythm to the pitter patter of rain...
these days are flying by, yet they seem to drag on...
...a rerun of many nights before, the same scenerio only the story and sometimes the characters change. BUT, life isn't a a tv rerun.... and the people aren't acting, my tears are real. The funny things we say, or do, those are real, not written by writers but made up in our heads. Life is real. The change is actually happening, and goodbye actually means goodbye. I cannot read ahead in the script and tell you what will come in the future, it hasn't been written yet. But somehow I know there will be many more nights of driving, my tears falling in rhythm to the pitter patter of rain...
these days are flying by, yet they seem to drag on...
3 Comments:
i love you
By
MOMSNOMS, At
3:45 PM
dont worry...despite the absence of you this summer, there will still be the same scene come fall
because worcester is too close for me to ignore, and we all know that i have no other friends : )
but ill miss them too
By
Megan M., At
4:05 PM
we'll all still be in Massachusetts, won't we?
And this state is certainly not big enough to keep us apart.
By
loo, At
7:43 PM
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