Sometimes I feel you in my bones, and other times I'm lucky enough to only have a passing thought about you. Somedays I want nothing more than to scream at the moon untill my lungs collapse, and others I settle for going to bed early instead. I waste paper after paper writing you letters that no post office can get to you, drown out my thoughts of your smile with music I don't like.
That's what missing someone is, how 6:42 strikes and you're ready to cut your damn arm off just to hear their laugh, and at 6:54 you simply smile because you got the gift of exsisting at the same time they did.
It doesn't mean you miss them any less than the person next to you, it simply means somewhere they're sending you something, letting you know that they're okay.
YOU ARE READING
really big elephants
Short Storythis has nothing to do with elephants, just big things I've gathered somewhat intellegent thoughts about and put on paper.
