its interesting how we make money to spend time

[silh0uetted]

i went on a trip for two nights and three days. three people and one balcony and three beautiful gifts of sunrises and sets. two blankets and three beaches and countless horses and one really good oyster dish from bills.
it was beautifully given.

but it got me thinking.
and i smoked way too many cigerettes.

(i know this is just one more day. just get through this. just breathe.)
my head is here and my mind is out there and my heart is someplace else.
everyone goes? knows. shows. - maybe so.
i'm past these thoughts and this is all too much. or too little. or not enough. or overflowing.

being young is too hard. therefore i quit.

does that mean i never get to be loved? because everyone knows you only fall in love when you're young and tireless and beautiful.

i'm young and tired. it doesn't make sense.

there are times when you're right and i'm wrong and i'm in no place for my role.
many a times when i can't figure out my own.
its alright i suppose because there's old journals and embroidery floss and sketchbooks.
brb , you say.
i'd probably be stupid enough to wait forever.

but that wasn't the point.


I3lacknebula: no, I'm not just going to look at your name and hope you don't im me - that is not where my hope lies :-D
I3lacknebula: lol