"maybe time
maybe love
maybe dreams
as they walk right past you
go"
- "golden roads," a song by paul quillen

this is the end of the journal... it is everything including nothing... thank you... take care... have a safe trip... peace... *

it is not wrong to feel emotions and it is not wrong to think... it is only when we allow our emotions and our thoughts to control us that we lose focus of the simplicities of life that bring us peace... we should allow the emotions to come and allow the thoughts to come but we should not dwell on them... let them come to us and then pass... we do ( Read more... )

i love you all... peace... *

driving spontaneously not searching for anything not intending to reach a destination... driving late at night to pass the time not spent in restless attempts at sleep... driving late in the day to combat the paranoia of sitting at home thinking of how everyone else is gone and loneliness feels like an empty stomach... driving away... to drive it ( Read more... )

have goals become impossibilities??? is nothing sacred anymore??? nothing should be sacred... but through a childs eyes it is so obvious what is good and what is bad... it is either one or the other and not muddled with experience and knowledge... as a child all you have to do is say no... you dont need a reason... no one should need a reason for ( Read more... )

jet planes and ships and automobiles... this town is changing and moving on... lethargy killed the revolution... peace... *

the actions are so loud... i feel mine have not been speaking loud enough... and with my apprehensiveness earlier on... i felt that i must use words... to let the actions know... i am still uncertain whether to push or to let whatever happens happens... excuse me for being so personal lately... but i am real... peace... *

everyones heart is beating so loudly... and they all want love and acceptance... they all want to be content and alive... they all pound into my thoughts until i realize that the sound of all those hearts beating is just the empty echo of my own... peace... *

space between members of a relationship condenses... squeezes the air out from between them... creates a vacuum... they hold together tightly... they hold on for fear... of space... one negative... one positive... eventually the bond will break... but for now... it has condensed the universe... and they hold everything... ever... in this bond... ( Read more... )

friends and food and nothing to do somewhere far off in the desert... the perfect escape from reality... peace... *