action cat can't

Must get better at listening
To the spaces in between
Maybe it'll save the heartache
When you are not as you seem
Must have drowned my doubts
In the thousand different cups
Never fixing, always blaming
For all of my screw ups
If we are real for a minute
Please just hear me say
Everyday I walk this path
I'm fading further away

bedtime story

I wipe my tears as I close the book of us.  In reality, I always knew that I'd have to bring it back sooner or later. It was never mine, stolen from the cart of books on reserve for others.  I must looked through it thousands of times in the past few weeks, trembling and tortured. Never have I felt that the author understood me so well and was guiding me along so patiently. Just couldn't help myself and tore off the corner of the best page as a momento, I can't leave empty handed. Despite it's bent and dented cover, it will always be my favorite story.