All I can do.

The sun is so bright today. My wishes sunken deep in the well of the world. I look out my window. The cars in the parking lot are shimmering.

I'm thinking about Mr. Wrong again. Such a stupid thing to do. The sparkling light will soon be overshadowed with broken dreams. Beautiful memory coarsing through my veins, itching and scratching, making me hope for hope. For something to crash. To burst once more into happy, delighted flame.

The leaves are almost gone now. I'm waiting. It's all I can do.