a star…a shooting star…

It was exactly that. Another blog? And a random picture that caught my eye. And then I read one line that really spoke to me and I actually started reading. And I wasn’t absorbed in the ramblings, but I wasn’t disinterested either. And as I kept reading, I realized that we were probably kindred spirits. And I found myself finding myself in the random blurbs, in the random vignettes. It’s me. Those are my feelings, voiced in a way that I can’t. We have the same insecurities, the same desires. It’s the same melodrama, the same apathy for life… We’re not friends. I wish we were.

Life is filled with “If only” …