It's funny how time works. How it fasts and slows against us, making life harder then it should be. One minute, gone to soon. The next, the longest sixty seconds of your life. These past months have gone by so fast it seems only a dream I was locked inside of my room, crying and thrashing with emotional pain just around six weeks ago. Funny how it feels like only yesterday I was over at Dan's house kissing him in his doorway.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
There's only four more weeks until my performance, only a few more than that until New Years. I've been trying not to think about my deal about that. Is it to late to take that back? It seems so close, I don't want to give up so easily.
So many things, seem so close but much to far these days, him included. I can almost reach him now, but I cant grab hold. The cruelest of frustration. I'm being patient, I'm not planning. I'm trying to float along, let things come as they will and fall as they please. I'm aloud to hope it all falls in my favour though, right? No harm in a shooting star, I'm sure.
Tomorrow's to far, and next months to close. Time's working its magic against me, against my will. I can't stop it, so I'm doing all I can do. I just have to keep moving.
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