There's beauty in the breakdown... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boulevard of Broken Dreams He whispered softly into the night air, and she grasped to gather his words into her heart. She believed that if she could capture what had just passed his lips then she could fill the emptiness when he was gone. It was always like this before he left again. The impending departure always made her crazy with desperation and fear. He could never understand where the insecurities came from, he had told her a million times that he cared. She watched as he turned back to her at the gate, a crooked smile on his face. She wanted to run after him, bury her face into the crevice of his neck that was reserved just for her. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky. She knew that he was praying, it was ritual he had everytime he left her. She watched in sadness as he disappeared slowly into the horizon. Later that week, she passed the same door that always reminds her of him. Out of habit, she searched the crowd for him. As she scanned the mass of strangers, her heart dropped in realization that he, of course, was not there. She fell to her knees in the midst of chaos and felt her insides burst into a million tiny pieces. Somewhere on the otherside of the moon, he sits thinking about her on this paritcular night at that particular moment. He sees her face in his mind, wishing only that it was right there in front of him. He looks at the only photograph he has of them together, saved on his digital camera from that first night in the cinema. She looks like an angel with the halo of light being cast behind her from the projector. He doesn't want to admit that he misses her. As she crawls between the soft, cool sheets, she thinks of him again. For what seems to be the millionth time that day. She seems to always be thinking about him, even when she knows that she shouldn't be. Slowly, she knows that she is drifting toward the only place that they can be together again. And when she wakes again, she will be alone. But in life, as in her dreams, she knows that he will come back to her again. My shadows the only one that walks beside me. My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. 'Til then I walk alone. ("Boulevard of Broken Dreams" - Green Day) 9:41 AM - 11.03.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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