Right around the time when I started to get taller, about 14, there was this glow. It's back and I can barely keep my mind straight. July went j u s t l i k e t h a t.

somebody passed away and everybody says they're sorry. don't know what to say as a response to that anymore ( Read more... )

and just like that he came out of nowhere. rich as gold and specific and passionate enough to disagree. i couldn't imagine running my fingers through your hair, but i think we feel the same invisible things. and you were yawning because you were tired and i thought that was cute.

nice to meet you.

It got to a point where the music no longer swirled within me and instead evaporated from me. I felt the motion of grabbing upwards to its tailends. An occasional grip of a feather. Because of devoting so much of myself to you, i lost many years of many others, because all of a sudden everybody's getting old.

los angeles, an official two thumbs up. you've given me room to dance and room to write. bare minimum, most essential.

wouldn't it only make sense that the only thing that could wake me from a coffee-music overdose would be music and coffee themselves. lately i hit that point where getting out of bed is the biggest step of the day. oddly enough i'm on the edge of finally creating something i believe in. what gives.

oh, to be alive.

Hysterically trying to hold onto my spirit. On the verge of something and that's somehow rockier than before. I wish nabakov was still alive.

to be the beach, to be a synonym before you are a noun.

everybody is mostly plagued, and sometimes, as in days like today, i'm not hearing the music that's getting too loud, just sitting and stirring and watching it cancel itself out.

Vacations can be too long. I'm maybe growing dull. Hopefully a phase or just the wearing of the worn out.