coffee beans and a buzz.

Photograph's I've found on the Internet.

Sometimes, I like to sit in class and write...

'We are all just chasing something in the distance, none of us are sure what it is.

Yet we all have a vague idea of what we wish it to be.

Though I wonder, does it ever turn out that way.'

'I didn’t know how much I wanted to see your face again,
how much I wanted to please you, just in order to see you smile.

But, sorry I’m a little lazy when it comes to things like you & me. '

'I close my book; somehow the words are just too difficult to read.
Perhaps because there true or maybe it’s because I wrote them of you.

But then again when was the last time I wrote of something other than you'

'Nothing will be said, nothing will be done.

Your just trying to cover up. Like make-up.

Your asking your self questions, but your telling better lies.

People they see it in your eyes.

They hear it in your voice.

Your insides are quivering.
We can't let them see you fall.'

I'm so incredibly tired, and thus, grumpy and/or sooky.
Its a soul devouring mood that I'm quite regularly, though momentarily, thrusted into.
Good gracious, this is why coffee was invented, I'm sure of it.

I also have red hair now.