I love how bendable reality is. When you're not there, I miss you so I play with it, tip of my fingers grazing the construct of time, places, people and what they're worth, I look at them through the same eyes that try and pierce through your soul, anger, acceptance flashing inside them, and I eventually let go of the strings of things. I send a smile your way even though you hurt, you bled, you thorn, but it doesn't matter anymore, because it'll always come back to this, order through chaos, certainty through uncertainty. I think I finally understand. I'll wait for you to smile at me again.
Waiting for a smile is like praying for a sign.
it only really happens when it's sent your way.
