Sunshine
Actually that's damn good book, but I digress before I've even begun. I still think about you Ben, why'd you go and run into a car head on? Funny how I was driving a car when I found out. I should ask Jack if they have a plaque up at the crematorium. Must be coming up on the anniversary. Or has it passed. Fuck what do I know. Damn it this wasn't even supposed to be about you, but I still want to lay some flowers down for you. I keep thinking about how much you pissed me off about that whole marking incident, and well, that's done hey. Rest in peace my friend.
But anyway. Sunshine makes me go all hippy. I was lying on my front lawn, smelling the leaves and the grass. Watching the patterns half empty branches made with the blue of the sky. Watching bees fly around the pink flowers that are starting to appear on the hedge. Some days the air tingles with live that's coming, that's here. I want to sound poetic and shit, but it seems over the top but truthful at the same time. The point was I felt alive and like the universe was breathing with me. Or some such hippy shit. And it was great. Just breathing fresh air and forgetting how fucked up you are for a while.
I feel frustrated by several things at the moment, but it's all good. I think I just need to go breathe, because sometimes I forget. I think maybe because I talk too much, or think too much. But then again I don't want to change that about myself. I've had several conversations with different people the last few days and I think I'm good at getting people to open up. It amazes me how much people don't talk about things. But back to breathing...
But anyway. Sunshine makes me go all hippy. I was lying on my front lawn, smelling the leaves and the grass. Watching the patterns half empty branches made with the blue of the sky. Watching bees fly around the pink flowers that are starting to appear on the hedge. Some days the air tingles with live that's coming, that's here. I want to sound poetic and shit, but it seems over the top but truthful at the same time. The point was I felt alive and like the universe was breathing with me. Or some such hippy shit. And it was great. Just breathing fresh air and forgetting how fucked up you are for a while.
I feel frustrated by several things at the moment, but it's all good. I think I just need to go breathe, because sometimes I forget. I think maybe because I talk too much, or think too much. But then again I don't want to change that about myself. I've had several conversations with different people the last few days and I think I'm good at getting people to open up. It amazes me how much people don't talk about things. But back to breathing...