Apr 03, 2007 22:02
i have nothing to say but it just feels like so long.
everything these days is a meeting by chance, and one that doesnt last long enough. "Hey" in the hallways, and a wave through the windshield. I just feel stoic. About everything. about everything and even art.
how did i ever know art?
give him space to find his dreams, and he will realize how big a part of them you are
it isnt there anymore, i have climbed that mountain and the view just sucked. i carried my camera and defeated the rock face for Lynville "George," and the distant waterfall i can not hear.
if you arent all in then i'm not all yours.
no one else would have me so i might as well be anyways. you know it, and use it against me.