what have i been doing? it's called buying a car it's called finding some work, it's called trying to put together the basics. and it's when those basics are faltering, that's when it gets kinda hard to do anything, it gets kinda hard to believe that a different work is possible. but when you're trying to beat the world, when you're trying to ( Read more... )

it's strange maybe, i always get so sad on my birthday. it's not for lack of friends or company, or an issue of remembering or forgetting. it's something more like a quiet farewell, and a voice saying this is me, this is all i am, this is me.

i'm thinking of stuff thinking thinking all day of stuff to write to friends and friends and friends, but most of it well it never does get sent. disappears or distracts away ( Read more... )

still picking up the pieces, even now... it's oh so funny and annoying how my past and present irresponsibilities always catch up to me. little tasks, things that need to get taken care of, they just don't seem so important to me, and so they wait and wait until it's actually a problem. yeah even parking tickets, though the less expectable ( Read more... )

oh and sorry for all the big words and thank you for understanding.

some days, i remember feeling like a child; i still want to do it all ( Read more... )

its strange and disgusting, the feeling of being worried about getting some money together. it's almost an animalistic response, similar in some ways to the feeling of walking into a city at 10pm without a place to sleep for the night. except, the animal desire for shelter makes sense, has roots deep down in survival. the sickening thing about ( Read more... )

but you come home come home to a wasteland. yeah ok this is where the real work starts this is wehere we say 1 - 2 - connect, hello friends, i love you, when should be go camping have picnics dance in the street. this is the broken hinge i left behind this is where we start building again, yeah you want to remember i'll let you remember there was ( Read more... )

it's time to come home.

yes, even more

(every moment i am alone i heal a little)