*Jack Kerouac* poem.

i clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?
and all his lost snacks o' nights...
and the bathtubs of liquor thru his gullet
...BONES he mopes in the grave, facial features changed by worms.

from him is heard no more.

we have started moving into our new house.... it's amazing. i never want to kiss another set of lips for as long as i may live.

kelsey you're still in my heart ( Read more... )

"Do you think of me as often as i think of you ( Read more... )

i miss her... it takes a best friend to make a wound this big...

i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him
i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him i love him

going home to griffith tomorrow... gonna try and fix some things that are broke.

i am so very happy these days. the only thing i wish is that my kelsey would be happy and smile just once for me... i wish she lived here so i could see her everyday and she could meet the person who makes me so happy...because he's amazing... and then we would find her someone... someone that will understand just how special she is.