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 …
i dont see the light, not anymore – not like before. these walls, stop me – how they hurt my eyes when they stare into me… my place is here with me, it is quiet, deathly, no lies, no smiles, no me. eat me, take the tase – my poison and keep me, kill me. …
burn me, line my life, run through my life – take your toll, leave your mark. sting me – pink stripes of red, cut my face again. down in my mind i feel the racing streaks of pain again. my spine, is sore – these pains reign over me, my invertebrae, are dying. my face …