It's Inevitable

April 6, 2011
i look up at the sky and can't help but see the clouds headed your way.

the thought of you all by your lonesome self gets me me wishing. . .

wishing that i could bring a cloud down and row it over to you.

you never leave my mind so i can only hope i'm as memorable to you.

it's hard for me to be as open and free as the sky so high above our heads

that it's hard for me to breath and catch myself before i plumet to an inevitable end.

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