and they said it would never come for you

Is there eloquence in these here words, some people seem to think so, I don't. What I try to put across is honesty and to be honest I do sometimes try to be beautiful. I love writing and I put out almost everything regardless of quality. I don't think I'm being modest when I'm dismissive of praise, (however I am always thankful when I get it) I genuinely don't think it's deserved. Praise isn't what I'm looking for, this is just an outlet that quite possibly saves me from being in a worse state than I'm already in.

Words, for me, are strange and beautiful and powerful and all in between. I like to read them and learn them and say them and write them and use them to create but not destroy. I try to use them to express my love but normally come up short. I get words wrong so much so that if there were a word police they'd lock me up. I don't mind if you don't "get" what I write, sometimes there is no point, sometimes you're not supposed to.

I was writing to a friend to try and tell them how I feel about them and I think I may have cocked it up monumentally. I won't know until I receive a reply, if I receive a reply at all. You see I'm a bit clumsy when it comes to that sort of thing. She's not someone whose pants I want to get in to, no matter how beautiful she is. I just want to be a friend in the truest, closest possible sense of the word. I saw The Bridge to Terebithia recently and I longed for a friendship like that of the two lead characters, I had nothing like it as a child and as an adult it's hard to achieve with all the adult distractions.

A thousand mile seems pretty far...throw away sentiments in a throw away song but I relate as, I would imagine, do many others. I'm pretty far from writing something like that even but I mean what I write at least.

I look for meaning when there's none to be found or it's staring me right in the face and I can't see it because I think it's more complicated than it really is. I wonder if it will be detrimental to my friendship.