| My eyebrows betray my thoughts- you can see I'm worried. But I beseech you to ask yourself, how could I not be? More than a thousand miles away, you sit cross legged in the dark, trying to get your life to make sense, while you're still waiting for it to start. While here I lie in a tragedy, trapped in the chains of academia, writing my time away in papers in a life washed free of euthymia. And isn't it ironic, that neither of us are living life well- the one because it still has yet to start, and the other because it never did begin. Searching for happiness and cradling the dark while we rock back and forth, we're both just trying to keep the sadness at bay from different quarters of the Earth. Though there are plenty of beautiful girls around here, but the only girl I want... is you. So even if one were to try and keep me company, she wouldn't be able to appease my yearnings, and you'd be able to see it in my eyebrows. |