thoughts

Listening to Blue October, I hear the solace in your voice. It seems to reflect a dull echo of the times when you have felt less than happy. A solemn reminder that sometimes even at our most liberated, we feel trapped. Sometimes inside of our own skins. I don't envy your moment of insecurity, and I hope that it was just such, a moment. A time at which you needed to write, and express, and let that which drives you insane get a small taste of vengence. I know you better with every passing day, and you have become an obsession. One of which makes me want to change my life around to be near you. One of which that truly makes me see the depth inside of myself, and those around me. I thought about you all day, and amidst the sound of power tools, and the constant laughter of my peers, I smiled insanely. Knowing, that coming home would warrant another chance to speak to you, in that language that only we understand. The little things matter, as you say, and I don't want them to ever stop. You have a piece of my heart that I think has always been reserved for you. I guess it was just waiting to be picked up. "I could sit here for hours, waiting on your arrival. I could sit here for days just hoping you'd come out and play."Come out and play, because I need you.