Rendezvous
18 February 10 : 05.14 AM
Still a 16 year old, lying on the floor with Tori Amos playing in the back. Wallowing in the dust of something forgotten, misplaced, replaced. At 5am. (Except, there's a boy in front of me with earphones on and tattoos down his arms). And everyday, with the things that I get through, with the music I never listen to anymore, the movies I no longer wanna watch, the art that stopped intriguing, the things I can't seem to do; I thought the desensitization was a part of getting older. I never did grow up after all. Can't think of it as a bad thing.