what am i doing
all of you are reading this journal like its a newspaper. my life and my hurting? why are you so worried? what dont i know? two years from now ill probably look back and insult myself for everything around me thats important. some might want wings to get away but what would you fly away to, another life somewhere thats just starting at birth for you? i want to dive into the ocean and breathe beside a blue whale and in comparison he wont be so big. nothing should be as big as ideas. as vast as eyesight and perception.
i was talking to wesley about our first date and those first few weeks of us and the world. i reminded him of all the times when i couldnt look directly at him..or into his eyes because it always seems strange to invite yourself into someone so deeply. their charm could deceive you of course. beguilment with two stars attained in green glass vases. our first kiss under the images of a comedy. oh people and their eyes. everything about them is poetic or somber. they are a pretty word in a different language.
i was talking to wesley about our first date and those first few weeks of us and the world. i reminded him of all the times when i couldnt look directly at him..or into his eyes because it always seems strange to invite yourself into someone so deeply. their charm could deceive you of course. beguilment with two stars attained in green glass vases. our first kiss under the images of a comedy. oh people and their eyes. everything about them is poetic or somber. they are a pretty word in a different language.