spica.
i probably shouldn’t have run off like that but i absolutely cannot stand it whenever people tell me that i don’t know what i’m talking about and i do. especially in this scenario … it dealt with it on a daily basis because i was that kind of person. at one time … i’d like to think that i’m not. anymore, at least.
at any rate, it’s all just an act. i wish you could see it too. but you’re too enamored with her his allure which, quite honestly, isn’t attractive to me. but then again, my tastes have significant changed over the years. is wrong for me to want to be with someone that makes me smile, makes me happy, takes the pain away? or just … understands me and wants to help reinforce the foundation that i desperately need? just as long as we have that bond … i could care less about anything else. i’d work as many jobs as it would take to make them happy, take us places, live - and not simply exist.
i’m waiting, i’m watching, and i’m learning.
i want to be found.
See, if the light of the stars reunites the two hands that were parted
If the name of the star I’ve just remembered leads me to a future I’d lost the way to
If the light of the stars still connects me to a love I’d forgotten
If the name of the star I’ve just remembered illuminates a future that was hidden
We’ll be side by side forever, just the two of us, a white Spica
