I Love How You Wear It..........
On the Drive Back, Luna and I had 543 miles to do nothing but converse the only way we know how.
We Both came to one conclusion and it was quite a sobering one for myself.
Nonetheless we both came to the understanding that things are always changing nothing remains as it was whether it be after a seconds time or a year. What was once something then is not that samething now and will not be the facsimile of the former two later. But i suppose that is in fact the way life goes. Still as contradictory as the following may be to the previous conclusion we both agreed that FEW people fail to follow the laws that govern human nature and change. In order to explain what I mean id Like to borrow the words of a fellow El Pasoan,
"Nothing Really Changes......Except the Scenery Arrangement......"
Certain friends have remained the same in character through and through and that precisely lends hand into creating an equlibrium with change and a constant compostition. id just like to thank Luna for being there, for being here for being anywhere for the last six years. Id like to think it isn't a mere conicidence that we both call San Antonio home a Place far and different from our former.
Cheers Man
But I now Digress
Last weekend in El Paso was pretty sweet
I surprised Jenny at her house with the help of her mother and her cousin ayla who kept her at bay in the meantime. Later on that night I made my way to Jason Fucking Melero's house where we both enjoyed some crisp refreshments which were long awaited.
On friday we all went to the desert which was quite alright
Saturday was jennys prom
Dinner was awesome
The rest was a night for the books.
On mothers day i met some of jenny's family which was very nice for me
And Monday went far too fast and before I knew it
Luna and I were on our way back Home to rasta and red
Everytime I leave her
upon my return
a Mundane Reality Becomes My Best Friend
The kind you Love to Hate
The kind that gets under your skin
and you scratch the itch
But this only makes it worse
Everytime I leave her
upon my Returm
life is boring and simple
The kind you are used too, Normalcy?
In so much that it becomes a part of you
I call her to remember and call her to forget
But the itch gets worse and worse
She's fantasy
all that shouldnt exist because I shouldnt be that fortunate
To have her love me
Ive got her under my skin and it hurts so Beautifully
We Both came to one conclusion and it was quite a sobering one for myself.
Nonetheless we both came to the understanding that things are always changing nothing remains as it was whether it be after a seconds time or a year. What was once something then is not that samething now and will not be the facsimile of the former two later. But i suppose that is in fact the way life goes. Still as contradictory as the following may be to the previous conclusion we both agreed that FEW people fail to follow the laws that govern human nature and change. In order to explain what I mean id Like to borrow the words of a fellow El Pasoan,
"Nothing Really Changes......Except the Scenery Arrangement......"
Certain friends have remained the same in character through and through and that precisely lends hand into creating an equlibrium with change and a constant compostition. id just like to thank Luna for being there, for being here for being anywhere for the last six years. Id like to think it isn't a mere conicidence that we both call San Antonio home a Place far and different from our former.
Cheers Man
But I now Digress
Last weekend in El Paso was pretty sweet
I surprised Jenny at her house with the help of her mother and her cousin ayla who kept her at bay in the meantime. Later on that night I made my way to Jason Fucking Melero's house where we both enjoyed some crisp refreshments which were long awaited.
On friday we all went to the desert which was quite alright
Saturday was jennys prom
Dinner was awesome
The rest was a night for the books.
On mothers day i met some of jenny's family which was very nice for me
And Monday went far too fast and before I knew it
Luna and I were on our way back Home to rasta and red
Everytime I leave her
upon my return
a Mundane Reality Becomes My Best Friend
The kind you Love to Hate
The kind that gets under your skin
and you scratch the itch
But this only makes it worse
Everytime I leave her
upon my Returm
life is boring and simple
The kind you are used too, Normalcy?
In so much that it becomes a part of you
I call her to remember and call her to forget
But the itch gets worse and worse
She's fantasy
all that shouldnt exist because I shouldnt be that fortunate
To have her love me
Ive got her under my skin and it hurts so Beautifully