room 93 ; lrh

i walk the line

i couldn't last not feeling like a human being.
now i keep my eyes wide open all the time, and a watch on my heart.
my friends-ashton michael and calum-told me that i needed to move on, turn the tides, but i find myself alone when each day is through.
i am more careful now.
i make sure i walk the line, because if i don't, i'm worried i'll always be hers, just like she told me when we wrote a story with the fog in the windows that night.
i don't want to keep being a fool for her.
i want to find it easy to be true to myself.
i realise now what we had wasn't a strange love, or any kind of love.
it was an empty love.

the end.