why does it seem whenever i get my hopes high on something, waves come crashing down. and then all i'm left with is a taste of hope and delight which will never come. why is it that home seems like a distant memory, like a lifetime away, yet it was barely a year when i left. am i too naive, too caught up in my little land, not to see, not to see beyond. i'm starting to like it here, a little more each passing day and thats a scary thing. to give up the known, and all i have that defines me, to everything else.

i just want things to be simple, like a fairytale of another summer.

posted by PURE @ 10:58 pm.