May 10th, 2009

At the end of the day, we can look to each other and see what was lost, find yet another thing. Is that how it always works out? You lose one thing in exchange for another? Sometimes, it's not like that. Sometimes it's just a lose-lose situation, and there is nothing in the world that could alter these fates. You won't even have to utter a word for my thoughts to follow yours. It's an instinct I can't shake, a feeling I can't rid myself of. Tomorrow we'll walk out of this, alone yet juxtaposed in this shattered picture frame. Will we ever get out? Can we ever walk away from this?