Get high, hit the floor before you go
Matador, estocada, you're my blood sport

"One gonna help me keep, and another gonna help me take.
One gonna run me down, a hail of bullets in my wake.
You're gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago"

to the sun in the night;
to the moon in the day...

a love song, always.

ugh.

i just want to move people.

and so,
you see.
the problem is the same year round.
and the only thing standing between me and my writing,
inhibition.

Having these thoughts while drunk is useless.
No one to commiserate my long paused sighs.
Happy birthday.

I want to feel like I do now, pressed into this moment forever. With the rain that comes in soft sheets, invigorating and enlivening my garden bed. The distant sound of the lighthouse's fog horn at the end of the harbor. Still wide awake at two a.m. from the summer heat. I feel young again, inspired again, and like the words are pouring fourth ( Read more... )

I keep telling you

"don't worry"

like i'm trying to convince myself.

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must find the fire
must write more
must re-realize love
must find myself more
must not lose motivation
must not lose movement.
must not ever be
unhappy.

must find balance in all things.