is it growing up, or is it growing crazy
it isnt that i dont have access, it just seems that i have grown out of it. i did loose my connection for a bit, a long bit, but upon reconnection i find the web dull and lifeless. myspace...the same people going to the same places doing the same drinking. merph my friend merph. so i dont get on much. it is a reminder of old lives, many lives many times ago, longer feeling than actually being, mostly it just reminds me of how much time i spent online, looking at things, being socially anxious, wishing something better, always broken hearted. i only went because she did. but somehow, do i miss it? replacement makes everything better.
i have never loved a woman more than the first month with her and the last month without her.
i never fell out of love with the girls i fell in love with. and each new love is an addition to the list of those i pine for, day dream, wish, what might have been, each and all all at once. all have thier own specific trait, things i adore, each to thier own and all equals in my lust. all at once and once for all. I would take any of them back if i could, i would take them all if i could. One huge family of everything i could ever want in everyone. My monday bride you'd be, my tuesday tart, my wednesday wish, my thursday thirst, my fri....you get the idea.
Not many can say everyone they loved was completly worth it, i'm a drastic lucky man. everyone has it, we'll call it "everyone potential". Everyone has potential, everyone has a day dream, everyone has a life time, everyone can be something to me, and i am a collector of them. impossible to please and never lets go...anyone want a fucked up puppy? call me champ, i made it through a bunch of most likely self infliceted tradigy. is it growing up, or is it growing crazy?
my self help books piled high, as if i could ever much finish anything i've encountered.
i have never loved a woman more than the first month with her and the last month without her.
i never fell out of love with the girls i fell in love with. and each new love is an addition to the list of those i pine for, day dream, wish, what might have been, each and all all at once. all have thier own specific trait, things i adore, each to thier own and all equals in my lust. all at once and once for all. I would take any of them back if i could, i would take them all if i could. One huge family of everything i could ever want in everyone. My monday bride you'd be, my tuesday tart, my wednesday wish, my thursday thirst, my fri....you get the idea.
Not many can say everyone they loved was completly worth it, i'm a drastic lucky man. everyone has it, we'll call it "everyone potential". Everyone has potential, everyone has a day dream, everyone has a life time, everyone can be something to me, and i am a collector of them. impossible to please and never lets go...anyone want a fucked up puppy? call me champ, i made it through a bunch of most likely self infliceted tradigy. is it growing up, or is it growing crazy?
my self help books piled high, as if i could ever much finish anything i've encountered.