one night

all our moments of frowns, it says we're all the same.

if I could forget... I wish I could sleep.

I'd like to be there still.

I'd smile if I was over there again.

remind me when it happened, I couldn't stay around for those few times
of nothing. I'm stumbling... but isn't that ok? isn't that what we're suppost to do, when everything goes black,
and we lose our spot,
on the page that really, truely matters?