Another post with lots of blanks

you asked me if i even cared and i was like, maybe

because it was kind of a lot to take in, and i don’t know

im tired, not thinking properly

no, that’s not right

it’s just that-- i haven’t properly sorted out my mind and it's cluttered

haven’t organized it as easily as i organized the sticks today at scouting

haven’t

i think maybe i’m just over it

like in a snap of the fingers

before, it had always been so hard to ‘let go’

i told myself, ‘i’m moving on’

and i never ever got around to it

but now, im over it in the most, most basic sense

even though i care, more than ever

and i don’t even know where this crazy logic comes from

ten o’clock caffeine and madness

and it's not even that late

knowing he can’t fall asleep on the other side of the computer screen

yesterday there were hints i didn't want to read into

because I had nothing to say

but i said 'maybe' because it scares me

seeing somebody so exposed here

so open and susceptible

i don't want to take a step forward

just stay here in this moment with me,

even if it will be an everlasting weekend

because i'm too exhausted to be anywhere else

too exhausted to even notice the days slipping past me

even if i seem fine on the outside