as vague as this is

i need to say it, and i may say it over and over again
but most nights, i miss you the most
and maybe i shouldnt for all the prices ive paid
the shortest trips are the most memorable
and ill speak in monotones, smiles and short hugs when im with you
because i fear that if you new the truth,
youd push me away more than you already are

no, this is not lyrics.
i mean these words hereith this screen.

on a brighter note, the beach was stella. work again tomorrow

SHWEET

[Originaly posted as a bulletin message on myspace]