i look out the window, rain falls, and i wish it would just wash me away. my mom's headlights fade away into the night, she is not coming back, not this time, and even though i know this, every part of me wishes for her to turn around and come back to us, come back to me. what did i do to make her want to leave me, was it something i did, or was it just me being here? i would bring her back if i could, but i can't. this is the reel world, not a fantasy, and miracles don't happen.
i no longer beleive in miracles
February 26, 2011