life was a blur, and i sit here, knowing that in a dusty old warehouse they think that i have jumped ship.
to sunburn.
to passion.
to pink eye.
to home.
red.
cheers.
Monday, June 21, 2010
white eyes.
for all we know, we are bad people lost in a sea of good, and everything is backwards, and the whole world might blow up in any second, and all i wanted yesterday was to fly fly fly away or just blink my eyes to reveal a clear new world. to be better. to wish my headache away. to lose myself in him, and not constantly question and wonder what life has in store for me. to let the unpredictable come predictable, and perhaps tell some stories with not funny, but happy endings to my children. if they are out there.
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I feel like the bet parts of life are the ones we forget because we are too happy in the moment to even remember them later. But even acknowledging that fact means I have proved myself wrong.
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