I love my world and want it to live forever.
The fever wedge of my head makes me remember the peopleplacesthings i've forgotten about.
Its all about slipping into who you were at a certain moment daysweeksmonthsyears ago and suddenly being confronted with the juxtaposition of now.
Hello MeIwas. Hello MeIam.
I'm not sure where to go with this idea, essentially I want to cry and rock back and forth and cradle all the things that have gone, give my memories a funeral procession with loud celebratory brass, and embrace the inevitable obfuscation of all that oldness, and let way be made for all that I'll end up becoming in the tomorrows.
I remember being in love with so many faces, being tripped up over people who had no idea, and more that did. The iconic points of my years defined by what type of person I was convinced I was in love with at the time.
The ones that had no interest.
The ones that got away.
The ones that I never got close to.
It's looking back over the drawing board, understanding all the missteps and mistakes, all the markouts and all the marked ups.
The kisses goodnight and goodbye, and the realization that the more things change the more they absolutely do not stay the same when it comes to the way people connect and co-relate to one another.
Do you understand? I do.
I've been so silent for such a long time, I'm not sure how to write things down honestly.
I have asked Falon to marry me.
While we're broke and in no position to put definitive timelines to everything, we are starting to take steps towards the grand unified peoples theory.
I want to live a life and have a future, be a parent and contribute a new set of troubled thinkers into the world.
I am trying to be a real person without compromising my dreamy little thoughts of fame and fortune.
We've all paired off and mated, where there used to be a world of children around me, I now recognize so many reluctant adults.
Now the question: Where the hell am I going to live out this hopeful life? Florida isn't working for me anymore.
Editors Note: All of this may change if Amy Poehler decides she wants me instead of that Will Arnett guy. Barring that, I will hopefully not offend any so greatly that they won't come see me override someones last name in a year or two.
Its all about slipping into who you were at a certain moment daysweeksmonthsyears ago and suddenly being confronted with the juxtaposition of now.
Hello MeIwas. Hello MeIam.
I'm not sure where to go with this idea, essentially I want to cry and rock back and forth and cradle all the things that have gone, give my memories a funeral procession with loud celebratory brass, and embrace the inevitable obfuscation of all that oldness, and let way be made for all that I'll end up becoming in the tomorrows.
I remember being in love with so many faces, being tripped up over people who had no idea, and more that did. The iconic points of my years defined by what type of person I was convinced I was in love with at the time.
The ones that had no interest.
The ones that got away.
The ones that I never got close to.
It's looking back over the drawing board, understanding all the missteps and mistakes, all the markouts and all the marked ups.
The kisses goodnight and goodbye, and the realization that the more things change the more they absolutely do not stay the same when it comes to the way people connect and co-relate to one another.
Do you understand? I do.
I've been so silent for such a long time, I'm not sure how to write things down honestly.
I have asked Falon to marry me.
While we're broke and in no position to put definitive timelines to everything, we are starting to take steps towards the grand unified peoples theory.
I want to live a life and have a future, be a parent and contribute a new set of troubled thinkers into the world.
I am trying to be a real person without compromising my dreamy little thoughts of fame and fortune.
We've all paired off and mated, where there used to be a world of children around me, I now recognize so many reluctant adults.
Now the question: Where the hell am I going to live out this hopeful life? Florida isn't working for me anymore.
Editors Note: All of this may change if Amy Poehler decides she wants me instead of that Will Arnett guy. Barring that, I will hopefully not offend any so greatly that they won't come see me override someones last name in a year or two.