I always write something sorta sad, I guess. So, the other day I compiled a list of things I love. Viola!
...being called 'hun,' 'sug,' and 'babe' by coffeeshop girls.
...running into old friends and knowing you're still friends.
...looking up and being surprised by a full moon.
...mid-day rain without a cloud in the sky.
...Humphery Bogart.
...a good story well told, regardless of medium.
...the humor of the situation.
...the Barenaked Ladies.
...bad memories at the right time.
...accidently reliving good memories.
...catching obscure references.
...meeting people who share a dirty pleasure.
...being too afraid to talk to someone.
...remebering how to write.
...the concept of Socialism.
...a great idea from anyone.
...surprising myself, in a good way.
...knowing "she" is out there.
...finding out "they" miss me.
...coffee and cigarettes.
...good conversation, be it deep or human.
...reading the dictionary.
...reading anything.
...lists.
...fall breezes.
...the occasional momen of silence on a busy day.
...abandoned country highways.
...old music.
...finding that object I was looking for.
...twisting archtypes.
...realizing that each day brings a chance for it all to come together.