I dont remember a president smoking. Maybe back in the day, like in the great depression, maybe one of those presidents did, like roseveld or something, then again – depression = no money, cigarettts cost money (but thats now? So I’m not sure). I’m smoking today, its special. todays a special day and it comes …
I dont know anything about me, I cant figure it out , whatever ‘it’ is. Fuck! I’m complex. Sometimes I think that I’m broken from sometime along the line – nice excuse to say that its not my fault that I’m this fucked up. I wonder if their is anyone out there that is happy …
Funny (though mostly boring) hearing people having a converstaion – I dont think I’ve ever understood why in conversations you have to lower your standards to that of the lowest common denomenator in the group(or conversation actually). I dont think I’ve ever enjoyed a conversation I’ve had since being here. I mean sure, the conversations …
i’ve thought about it a while. All she want is to have fun. what is fun? That’s my question, is is fun making someone feel good about themselves? thinking now, what should I do – I’m not fun, I don’t even know what it is, how to express it – who thinks that this or …
like a intwinded collaboration of confusion, my roots winds difficult patterns in my mind. with so much of everything, life asks me questions that i cannot answer until i defeat myself again. everything has a diffirent reasoninig, a multitude of yes’ and no’s … i tred the ground so lightly these days like an ametur …
I remember you, i remember all your ways, the things to did, the tendancies you tried to hide, the things you didn’t want me to confide in. i rember most of all your mouth, so delicate and apon those lips, attached was your face, your eys – the gateway into a life so beautiful – …
how terrible this life sometimes seems. when my heart takes on water to this depth of density that all my life knows of its intensity. can i understand this path my heart takes? I’m only a man with nothing except a will to love – to persue the happiness of love, tell me again – …
i want to be alone, i want to watch the sun alone – without you. i dont want to be together with – i’d rather be without. I want to go my way, i want you to go your way – and i choose to go another way. i dont want to feel dependant on …
if i must, i will walk these streets alone, watch these people walk on by. i will sit on the bus, and listen to the sounds of this place that I find myself in. and i’ll sleep without saying anthing to anyone anymore. i may cry at times, and i may think into the past, …
when someone understands the meaning of compassion – the art of self realization – the winds will blow into my face. the directions of faith, that lie disallusioned in those that I know will one day break. someday I’ll know my complement. Someone who will know patience and understand me. Understand the way I move …