random blurbs.
why keep them under lock and key? the best part, is finding the key.
this song has become
so many haters. don't let them get to you kid. don't let them mess with your world. because as we all know, we gotta work with the world as we know it, but the one inside of you, it's arguably what keeps you sane.
i feel like i'm going through stages of my life that i missed out on during my younger adolesence. things that as an adult, are werid, unnatural, and difficult to embrace. where you do think excitement comes from? do you feel better walking a mile or climbing a mountain?
i don't know. i have so much to think about these days. i described it to my friend michael tonight as me going forward, and then receding about 1/3 of that back. then i keep going forward. which is what i want to do.
the smell of coffee on your breath. unimaginably nostalgic. not in the sad way either, more like something i wish i could get in the morning instead of the afternoon.
i got something i gotta do. and you know that. you know i can't do much right now pertaining to "that." i don't just want to know that you are great. i want to feel it. i want you to be the wax to my wick. the water to these eyes. the one for whom i plan something exciting each time her birthday comes around, the one who knows if she calls me, will always be answered, always with warmth and eagerness, one who could stare into my eyes and see her reflection in a different way, one who doesn't mind when i roll on my other side in bed, because you know i'm just hot and have to go to the cool side of the bed, one who knows, one who feels, one who dies each night while asleep, and wakes up thinking they are in heaven (haha, okay, so that might be a little too far).
i won't let myself make mistakes that hurt you. i won't.
this song has become
so many haters. don't let them get to you kid. don't let them mess with your world. because as we all know, we gotta work with the world as we know it, but the one inside of you, it's arguably what keeps you sane.
i feel like i'm going through stages of my life that i missed out on during my younger adolesence. things that as an adult, are werid, unnatural, and difficult to embrace. where you do think excitement comes from? do you feel better walking a mile or climbing a mountain?
i don't know. i have so much to think about these days. i described it to my friend michael tonight as me going forward, and then receding about 1/3 of that back. then i keep going forward. which is what i want to do.
the smell of coffee on your breath. unimaginably nostalgic. not in the sad way either, more like something i wish i could get in the morning instead of the afternoon.
i got something i gotta do. and you know that. you know i can't do much right now pertaining to "that." i don't just want to know that you are great. i want to feel it. i want you to be the wax to my wick. the water to these eyes. the one for whom i plan something exciting each time her birthday comes around, the one who knows if she calls me, will always be answered, always with warmth and eagerness, one who could stare into my eyes and see her reflection in a different way, one who doesn't mind when i roll on my other side in bed, because you know i'm just hot and have to go to the cool side of the bed, one who knows, one who feels, one who dies each night while asleep, and wakes up thinking they are in heaven (haha, okay, so that might be a little too far).
i won't let myself make mistakes that hurt you. i won't.