No, that's not right.

this posting is to remind myself that i'm still here, minus the inspiration to blog.
yarp. anyways.

exams rushing up at me. time to (really) study.

bye.

I Miss You. - incubus


To see you when I wake up,
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same,
As I do, is a three-fold utopian dream.

You do something to me,
That I can't explain.
So would I be out of line, if I said,
I miss you.

I see your picture, I smell your skin on,
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I am wasting away.
I know I'll see you again,
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know, that I care.

And I miss you.