chase a million pieces over there.right here. hear me?

there's something that I've been thinking about: one person forms an alliance, that one turns into two, and without distress you have both transpired into a collision of one . while in the process of making and creating an everlasting bond. you notice the crumbling of the general malaise around you. it's like that time, when you felt younger than i, and you realized that chance is a word and the meaning of a lamp and the reasons for these names will always faze you. the real reactions for each passing sigh and each back up fact full of pun can no longer appreciate your intentions of anything good. you're a pessimist knowingly enough that there is no longer any reasons to move. but it's ok because there's always online scrabble, bubble baths, ideas, fridge letter magnets, the home made, everything you love, and most importantly there's him her his and hers him and she he and i we them us they those over there. the one. ones. all around you. i . me. except. feeling good. though i do, feel good.