Spacebreaker123

Things were horrid back then. My love had left me, I lost one job and the other was starting to become unbearable. To ease my troubled mind, I explored my forgotten items that were imprisoned in the back of my closet, hoping to find anything that would remind me of easier days. When I ran into an old book that was wedged between a duct taped healed binder and the back wall of the closet. As I pulled the book out I thought, "whatever book this is, I'll read it." When I looked at the cover of the book it's title called to me with open arms "The Great Gatsby". I didn't start reading the book though as I've read it twice for school, simply going

All weekend I've been working like crazy and it really paid off though I was too busy to to even think. Or at least I was until today (March 12 at 4:20 am), now my mind is on her, and why in the world I can't stop thinking about her. I've been through three different relationships ever since we broke up and I must ask myself. What the fuck (pardon my French) is going on with me? It's honestly baffling to me, and the only reason I'm up at 4 in the morning is literally because I can't figure it out. Why is it after months of being apart, three different relationships, College classes,two jobs, at least thirteen auditions , and daily busy work.

I'm done. Just done. But I'm stuck here. I'm stuck here, watching ghost of a dead time dance around me. Begging me to join them in their gleeful dance and promising to return everything I once had in abundance. My spark of sense tells me I can not dance their dance, that their promises are as hollow as a horn, but the spark is just that. A spark, and nothing more. As quick as that spark disappears, my heart yearns loudly, pushing my hands to reach for those ghost, but I go through them. The ghost become as transparent as rock and their dance became more elaborate. Leaving me to only watch, with a heart still yearning. I try ignoring the gho