... I have another pensive moment...

Work. Work is good. Work means money. Money means I'm getting closer to getting my own set of wheels. Wheels. I like wheels. They help me get places in life. To and from, here and there. Buses, Trains, Cars, Bikes, Rollerskates, Ripsticks, Skateboards. Wheels. Want own motorised wheels. Not motorbike type of motorised wheels, but car. Automobile wheels. Automobiles is old way of saying cars. Old. Cars. I like old cars, they are reliable. Reliable. Friends and family. I love reliable friends and family. I miss lots of friends and family. I like this music. Music helps. Music soothes. Music heals. Music breaks. Music makes me cry. Music makes me smile. Music makes me miss you. Music makes me glad I have the life I have. Music is my way of expression. Expression. Faces. Acting. Masks. One wears many masks. Many, many masks. Countless masks. Must put mask on when unhappy, so world wont ask whats wrong. Sometimes I don't know how to answer. Sometimes I dont want to because the words make the pain more real. Real. This is real. Life is real. I am real. Here is real. Uni is real. Why must assignments be real? Why must this pain be real? Why must the heartbreak from you remain? I wish i knew what you REALly think of me. I miss you, can't you see? Sometimes I sacrifice my sleep so I can talk to you. You. I miss you. You make me laugh. You make me cry. You make my muscles hurt inside. You make me happy, You make me sad. Don't you see the effect you had? I wait... and wait... and wait, I love this song. It reminds me of when we were together. That first 7 aside comp I went to, and went running in the rain. It makes me miss you more. It reminds me of my loneliness... esp at 3am in the morning... A message, another message from you. Oh, the suspense. I know you're not gonna say what I want you to, but hey. That's Life. That magazine showed me how smart I can be, and now, how other people sometimes aren't. Yep another message with no true, deep meaning. Sometimes I wonder. I really do. I wonder about everything. Anything and everything. Loneliness.Stream of thought. Love. Life. Sadness. Computer. Love this song!!! Back to where I started, chasing after you, but standing here until you make me move. I won't move unless you do. I hope this isn't a catch 22. I miss you. As much as I'd love o continue this all night... and morning, I have Uni tomorrow, and a life to live other than talking to you and being pensive all night. Good night my lovely tree of flames. Let your light shine through me. You, the fire inside me, that is so desirable, yet the one that will ruin me, that did ruin me, will continue to, without you even realising. Song. Music. Though its darker than December, whats ahead is a different colour... awesome song!!!