tid bits

i found an old note book that had pages full of what i called tid bits. most of them are old some of them are new and most of them are fiction.


today i laid in the grass and stared at the sky for hours. the clouds shifted, the sun set, and the earth rotated, but i am exactly the same.

i drove around listening to music hoping someone would call, no one did, so i just kept driving.

there's something about you, there always was. i never thought i would get this chance. i'm constantly scared i'll screw it up.

you dropped your bag and everything spilled out onto the street. i helped you pick everything up, you looked up at me, eyes full of tears and said thank you, i smiled at you and said your welcome. i think about you every once in a while and still wonder what made you so sad that day. i don't even know your name.

i just want to know what it feels like to have your lips pressed against mine.

i saw an elderly woman at the store today struggling to put her groceries in her cart, her shaky weathered hands took what seemed like forever to get money out of her wallet. she didn't say a word and when i offered to help her she shook her head no. she gave off a feeling of acceptance to her loneliness. i felt so bad for her and when i got to my car a wave of fear came over me that a future like that could be mine.

you make me want to be a better person, that is so rare.

you laid in my bed and stared into my eyes. you held my hand and for only a moment you pressed your lips onto mine. you told me there was no one in this world that made you happier. you said, "i think you could be my soul mate." then without as much as a blink or a breath you said, "if only you were more attractive." as much as i understand it and appreciate the honesty part of my heart will never recover from that night.

you loved me more then anyone i've ever been with, you saw me for who i really am, you appreciated my heart, and forgave my flaws as if they were just quirks. you wanted no one but me, why couldn't i just love you back?

there's nothing like the smell of the pages of a really really old book.

every night i go to sleep with a slight fear that nothing will ever change.

beware of those who don't like animals