i lost every part of me that wasn't nailed down, when i lost you. everything seems to have disappeared somehow, like its sitting just out of reach and i'm too weak to scream for some assistance. hope is falling from the sky and i'm being kept inside, watching every one else catch it on the top of thier umbrellas, in thier mouths or on thier cheeks. rock bottom is what you'd call it, i guess, but they say it's good solid ground. i know i've gotta pick myself up, it's what i've always done. but maybe it's time to stop for a while, rest and catch up with my emotions. i wish you knew how much i miss you. and you. maybe you'll come back around after all this time. maybe has become the essence of my vocabulary. maybe i'll get over this. maybe i'll be happy. maybe i'll find you.

or maybe, i won't.