we are nowhere, and it's now...

maybe to be love, to be cared for, is a luxury. i heard it once said that people could like each other without loving each other. there are so many resentments floating around that even liking you is a real challenge. i feel like someone who has to tiptoe on thin ice, all day and all night - in fear i'm going to make the wrong move, that will once and for all crack the weak floor that has held up our fake relationship. these hallways.... should be sounding with laughter. these mirrors... worn out with smiles. these walls, especially... should be tall enough, strong enough, to keep out the unwanted. my clock moves it's hands, ticking away as i try to sleep at night, reminding me that we can wish all we want, as hard as we may, but we can't keep tomorrow away.