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Apr 11, 2007 03:55

"Tell me something interesting."
Sometimes that command becomes my whole world, and I forget why it is I'm here otherwise. I want to freeze time long enough to find that single right answer you're seeking. I want to compress all of my borrowed wisdom into the most flawless specimen of truth. Because in those four words lies the riddle of your heart.
Something interesting?
This past month, starting with Spring Break, has been the most euphoric time of my life, and very little of it has had to do with drugs.
The best word to describe my method of salvation is "gratitude." The more I grow cemented into Greenwich Village, the more I realize the city is too small and life too short for everyone's ego. I'm living off the simplest pleasures, like each time I get to do something thoughtful for my friends or each time I learn something new in class.
But waking up to find this incredibly sweet letter from you is no simple joy. In fact it's a high I'm afraid nothing can beat. Because it's physical evidence that I must have said something even better than interesting along the way:
perhaps something inspiring.
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