Today Carter and I went about the town and saw an indie film at the capital theatre, had taco bell, discussed various things over chai tea lattes and darted raindrops. Discussed the possibilities of minivan offroading, barbwire tumbleweeds, throwing a piano off a ledge, and wads of strawberry-whipcream-peanut butter stuck to the ceiling, of flooding the yard and buying a land boat.
So many groups of friends have come and gone and gone again. Wouldn't it be nice for someone to stay, not expecting anything. Maybe for once I won't be doing all the work. What a wanderer, this vagabond spirit.
Saying come find me. So I wrote all my dreams down and I tore it up and tossed it to the wind. Papers flying and dancing and taking cover under the verdure.
Life has gone every direction since the beginning of this year and thinking back to where I was and where do I want to go. So much change, so much about to happen.
Some people are too impressionable. If I tell you this is cool would you just believe me? Do you think for yourself or would you feed upon anyone's bullshit? It's not an easy way to live in the world it's a scary thing not to be solid enough to stand your ground and say "this is who I am" instead of "this is who I'll be."