2010-02-11
admittedly
There is no time, no energy, to be interesting.
And it feels a little like trying to catch a girl while playing tag by pulling on her ponytail as it flies behind her as she runs, and you almost get a wisp of a few strands, can feel them lightly pass over the back of your hand, but they get away from you. It's too little too late, and when your hand clenches to grab at the ponytail, the only thing your fingers catch is air. Empty air, you can pretend their is something there, the hint of a cloud, something opaque with potential, a glint of something, but it's probably just your imagination, you're grasping at nothing, you wish it was something, but it's just not. She got away.
leesah-likes at 9:27 p.m.