what we make.

whatever it is, we make it interesting.

a beautiful mind.

a beautiful mind comes with a price.

this made my day.

as it seems.

we're never as happy as we look.

our stars.

this is what you do to me.

"it's times like these i wish you smoked."

"oh i'll smoke a cigarette with you. i'm depressed."

left alone.

maybe some things need to be left alone.

no pleasure.

No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon vantage-ground of truth.
- Francis Bacon.

june.

at last.

baby, you're a mystery i no longer want to solve.

hold back.

it amazes me how we hold back.
we actually stop ourselves from being happy.
we don't allow ourselves to love someone, or to experience joy and spontaneity.
we become caught up in technicalities, details and ideals.
and we complain that we are unhappy,
yet
we fail to see that we are really our own problem,
and therefore, our own solution.

only.

we see the surface.

so long.

Maybe it's time to let you go and say good bye.
I know it's time
because I won't miss you.

format.

lord knows i could use a warm kiss,
instead of a cold goodbye.

independence.

fuck distance.

to do today:

- pay visa
- register for classes
- book moses a hair cut
- book an oil change
- add my hours from last week
- get you out of my head.

leaves.

and then i think,

maybe we're just two different leaves

from two different trees.

ordinary.

you're not like other boys, so quit acting like them.

the thought that counts.

is it true that 'thoughts count'? or when people make mistakes but 'mean well'?
can you mean well?

i think so.

but sometimes i don't think thoughts count. it's so easy to lie about thoughts, and have thoughts in the first place. so are they really worth anything? you can think anything you want;

it's what you do that counts.

cranberries.

you know i'm such a fool for you,

you've got me wrapped around your finger.

do you have to let it linger?

vertical horizon.

I am everything you want,

I am everything you need,

I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be,

I say all the right things at exactly the right time,

But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why.

until we are lost

Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.

- Henry David Thoreau