Living

Sometimes I want to live in a song. Forever in the words, wrapped up in the thick blanket of meaning. Piano playing, someone singing to me. Someone singing about me.

Sometimes a song makes me want to feel as sad as it sounds just so I can feel it. Sometimes I can't feel it.

Sometimes, I'd like to stay in my room all day and just pretend like I'm alone and there's no one outside my door. And I like to think about my future. I like the think about college and the man I want to marry. Sometimes, I like to think that maybe the words of the song will start playing into my life like I want them to.

Sometimes I just stare at my ceiling, listening to the song. And then...snap back to my life.