well?

dear finding a reason diary,

i don't need a reason to paint my nails. i don't need to flash my drive. you don't need a reason to come inside. you live here. it is a matter of fact that we choose to act and reside this way and i am far from ashamed. neither of us has a lead on where our hearts will go and neither understands why this is okay but we know- for the time that's what works and that is how it will be- and pretty soon again alone- you and me. we will have finished the cycle and stayed through the show- and neither of us ever once decided to go. i tried. how i tried. and still try to this day. but i never can seem to get away. i am safe. i am warm. sometimes i am happy. so why isn't that enough?