crashing into the ceiling

So I decided to clean out my scrapbook and collected junk box today. Funny how one notebook can cause so much reflection. Its also funny how much shit I manage to store in a small room in 4 months.
hiding in the pages,
where the ink runs like water
and the words sing a chorus of songs
where girls are the heroes
writers of their destiny.
lost in the chapters of my life
id re write the last one
but my pen is inked in sanity.
and my thoughts are full of lighter things.

I should have been the first to say it. Does this feeling inside mean I cared about you more than even I believed? Still waiting on the phone call that is never coming. I would atleast have called you as I ran out the door to meet my destiny. Funny thing is- I didnt notice you packing your bag, I was making sure the taxi was on its way. I guess I like to find the humor in life. All of Nora Ephron's films have the same score. You've Got Mail and Bewitched have the same soundtrack- about 70%. Okay back to the chaos.