if november had been deader and we'd hidden a bit better, we'd be strangers.

i want to see grass that's notsogreen and know that my side's the better side. i'd share my side of the bed any time you asked. i want to fly across the world and find something to be appreciative for when i get back home. they say it's unhealthy to put all your eggs in the basket of someone else. in another person with their own shortcomings and their own mistakes, who could drop it and crack them and crack you. but their non existence does not serve their case all that well, now does it? i kind of dig being all wrapped up in someone who could (won't) tear me apart.