Shaken and feint you've got the feeling you've followed.

Musings.

That's all these are. Just small musings. Little sussurances that appear in my head. Whispers of the voice in my head. The one that tells me right from wrong. The one that controls the movements of my hands, my heart. It tells my weak heart to keep beating, telling my lungs to continue to gasp for air. Can you hear a word I'm saying? 

You've got a hold of my heart strings. Pulling like a puppeteer at work. Stringing me along, throwing my heart into the ever-winding heavy machine gears of life. I cling onto our conversations, keeping them under lock and key. A part of you that will always be with me. These calmly shared conversations. These deep intellectual discussions. I'm letting you in. Disregarding the cautions thrown at me. Throwing cautions to the wind. Never to be heard. I'm light on my feet. I run easily. If problems arise, then I'm running, I'm sprinting. Your age old trust issues rearing their ugly head. Swallow your pride in this ugly pill. Don't believe a word you've heard. The truth alone will set you free.

It's almost comical how swiftly you move on. Can you spell REBOUND? I sure can. If only she could see everything I do. You say you like her better than the last, but you've said that everytime. Maybe you should just take a break from the relationship game. You're only as stable as you choose to show. You don't have to be always strong. You don't need this masquerade. I can see straight through your game. You just want to be loved. I understand. But, you're not much of a role model anymore, "brother".

Dear Words and Phrases,

It's glad to have you back. I've missed you.

Love,

Jacky's Mind.

I hope the air will serve to remind you, that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath, and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest.

If you want a sure way into my heart. Give me Saltines. I don't know what it is about them. I guess maybe it's the fact that I only got them when I went to a certain friend's house when I was younger. They were like gold.

This is the springtime of my loving. The second season I am to know.

I like the fact that I can be me around you. I like the fact that you accept it. There's so much I want to tell you about me, I wish you could just glimpse into my mind one of these days. 

I can be sentimental. 

I can be romantic. 

I can be caring. 

I can be cute. 

I can be spontaneous. 

I can be random. 

I can be spunky. 

I can be silly. 

I can be loud. 

I can be goofy. 

I can be violent. 

I can be loyal. 

I can be fierce. 

I can be wild. 

I can be anything.

I can be nothing.