Immensely

I sit around all day and wonder what you're doing. I wonder how you're walking with that position of "i know it all" and how you're talking in that position of "i could tell you it all" and how you're constantly in that position of "what's in it for me" But than again you're constantly aware that everything you know, you've learned from everyone else so you're constantly in debt to them. And sometimes i wonder if i give you too much credit, but that facial expression takes it's position on my face and before it's even out of my mouth you're shaking your finger at me telling me "ah ah ah" Not too close. I remember moments when i've caught an unsheltered & unprotected glance or unsheilded look in your eye... moments nobody is suposed to see but i've caught them because i'm always watc-i'm always looking at you. Staring, gazing, yearning... whatever you need to call it to make it sound fit. To justify why i'm looking at you and make you stand that one inch taller.The moments that stick out the most are the ones that make me smile... the ones where you feel that rush of adrenaline like you've been caught taking cookies out of the cookie jar - but your mother is always nice enough to just ruffle your hair and than give you one, the one where your eyes light up for just a minute and than quickly dart away because you've been caught. You've been caught. hah. you've been caught - looking at me. And i know - when it comes to you.. when it comes to anyone, really... that's when the world of trouble begins. You're just stable in your thoughts and maybe when you're looking at me, looking at you, looking.. and when you're staring at me do you sense that the story's finally begun?So think about those moments over and over again. Dwell on them & analyze them into each minute.. and each minute into each second.. each second into each half a second and so on. Stamp it out and decipher what it means. Than take that meaning and crumple it up...remember that sound of crumpling.. crumple up a piece of paper and remember it everytime you over-think about something. do you ever think that what you think means nothing? That you have no idea..and when all you do is think... your life is a lie. "Your mouth is slowly murdered, talking got you nowhere"