04.04.06 - 3:14 p.m.

maybe if we put our scarred forearms together the heat would heal us both. maybe blood would seep into one another's veins and we'd become a sane superpower to be reckoned with. people would stop holding back the snide remarks until provoked; they'd be too scared to even think them. nobody would look at us with pity and proclaim their hopes that we're "okay," and invite us to call sometime to go out for a drink. you are the only one i want to talk to right now.