random.

living the lives magically woven in the pages of books.
sometime i wonder and long for it.
perhaps that is why i find myself hooked.
wishing that even a tiny portion of the plot falls in place for me.
but still reality plunges you into the detail.
it is not as simple as to bridge words to a sentence.
making the changes ourselves as we flip a new chapter.
the script is our own to keep.
be mindful and wary though of everyone and everything as well.
where there is thrill there will be spills.
should i shut myself from these worlds i tend to place myself in.
where i am a character written within.
for i have defussed and contradicted the imaginary.
into what is being played out in reel time.
yet i know i will drift back to this momentary pleasure.
even though in the corner of my eye.
disappointment is there lying in wait.

came across this haha

Somewhere Between All Our Laughs, Long Talks, Stupid Little Fights And All Our Jokes, I Fell In Love.

Love Is Being Stupid Together
Sometimes your best friend is the one person you fall for, Remember those good ole times you had 5 years ago when you lived down the street and played house together. Or the time that you decided to get in the photobooth and take a zillion different pictures making funny faces and by the end you found yourself being so close to them that you just wanted to touch your lips to theirs long enough to see what it would be like.