speeding into the horizon
your world just sunk
plummeted to the floor and there you lay
tired and threadbare
just like the carpet
walk all over you
last night i visited sarah and hannah t's new house, and that was cool. it is pretty and we looked at STease's art work. lance called<3, and that was interesting, we came back here and i drew while she did el-jay. then it was bed time. i slept good, even though my mind was cluttered. nothing is black and white anymore, there is this big mass of greyness that i don't quite understand. i'll see the whole picture soon enough, and the shades of grey in a picture are sometimes what gives it form. this morning we went to the store in pajama's and made cheesecake for kyle and cookies for gani. we love our mcdonald worker boys.
it is almost thanksgiving. i don't know what is going on with that yet. i am kind of excited but kind of not. i need to make a list of things to be thankful for, because there are certainly a lot.
i don't really feel like being poetic much anymore. there is little to write about. not that there isn't drama, because there is, but it doesn't phase me much anymore. what does?
this entry is gay.
plummeted to the floor and there you lay
tired and threadbare
just like the carpet
walk all over you
last night i visited sarah and hannah t's new house, and that was cool. it is pretty and we looked at STease's art work. lance called<3, and that was interesting, we came back here and i drew while she did el-jay. then it was bed time. i slept good, even though my mind was cluttered. nothing is black and white anymore, there is this big mass of greyness that i don't quite understand. i'll see the whole picture soon enough, and the shades of grey in a picture are sometimes what gives it form. this morning we went to the store in pajama's and made cheesecake for kyle and cookies for gani. we love our mcdonald worker boys.
it is almost thanksgiving. i don't know what is going on with that yet. i am kind of excited but kind of not. i need to make a list of things to be thankful for, because there are certainly a lot.
i don't really feel like being poetic much anymore. there is little to write about. not that there isn't drama, because there is, but it doesn't phase me much anymore. what does?
this entry is gay.