I´m so sorry sometimes that I´m the way I am. I´m sorry, that I could push everyone away. I am so difficult to figure out, but so are you. Maybe I´m too complicated for people to stay around, maybe that´s why everyone is leaving some day. It has to be me. Most of all I´m sorry for urging you to talk to me. Maybe I´m too caught up sometimes, it´s beautiful when people speak. You know, I used to get lost in your words and eyes. The way your body helps articulate what you´re saying. Or maybe it´s just whenever you say something, I love listening. I love reading, and sometimes I´d much rather listen than talk. It probably seems like I care too much, I care too much about words. Write something, talk some more, I want to hear. I´m sorry again, I want too much.
(I AM THE OCEAN), by Seraphine - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3/19/2013 09:00:00 nachm.