comfortable

she keeps forgetting not to get comfortable.
it happens often that whenever she does this, gets comfortable, things will up and change and get all like when you lose your page when you're reading.

and also that she can never run away. even when she's found a new little world that she can go to because it's not attached to the old one... eventually, she realizes that the problem is not so much the world that she was in, but it was her. and everywhere she goes, she carries this sort of disease with her. it just takes a little while for it to settle in.

"your love was comfortable and so broken in"

oh well.

realization

a realization that things are not right jsut because whoever says they are.
that i'm getting a little bit older as much as i would like to stay a baby.
there's a reason i prefer long yellow tables or greenyblue sheets to the sound of the callzone operator. there's a reason i dont' hang on to your every word anymore and relish with such intensity the prospect of seeing you again, drop everything for one minute in your presence.
i spin in my chair and smile because i have not done anything wrong.