{ thunderous absence }

some people, when they're gone,

leave a thunderous absence

i've been told i miss people too much. not in so many words, of course. the ironic thing about missing people too much is that it only makes them leave faster, and more often. 

so i've trained myself not to miss people so much
because maybe then they'll stay
but still, they never do

people like me adapt to environments, however slowly. we do adapt. and once i learn, it's a fact embedded in my cells forever. so be careful what you teach me. or maybe i just need to be wise about what i learn.

being around chronically unhappy people upsets the fabric of my being. it's like a wrinkle that won't come out. it also makes me examine my own inner atmosphere. am i emanating discontent from the inside out? how is my demeanor affecting the molecules around me?

there are so many questions and things to learn.
there are so many desires: which to permit and which to prohibit?

to tell the difference between

shooting stars and satellites

{ death cab for cutie }