Noun: a small waterfall

I'd like to think that the cascade of tears down my face is not a sign of weakness, but maybe in some inverted world, a sign of strength. Tears of someone who gives so much of themselves and accepts little with rarely ever a peep but more a sense of gratefulness that someone wishes to be around them sometimes. Tears of someone who keeps their sadness, anger, & frustration to themselves to keep from conflict. Tears of someone who loves with everything they've got, and would sacrifice almost anything just to make them happy. These are tears of a girl who wishes she could figure it out, knows she never will, but tries regardless.

Go lightly

When one's grip loosens, is it customary hold on tighter?
Or do you take control and let go completely?
When an elder world starts to mesh with the present
And a younger you prances before your closed eyelids
Perhaps you should evaluate
Is the repetition you are faced with of a soft nature?
Or one that haunts your dreams at night?

To tell you the truth, it does not matter
Be careful

What are you made of?

Tonight is petty thoughts and irrational fears.
Tonight disillusion blends with seams of possibility 
Tonight is tension and internal bickering
Escape is welcome but at no simple cost 
One must wade through solution
No man should face such travesty 

Coming of age

In a mere instant the world I knew was an inverse.
What I perceived as a prison quickly lost the bars and chains holding me to it
All the physicalities disappeared into the thin air
And everything once known slipped through the cracks of my crippled grasp
Is this freedom? Is this a trick?
Despite the illusions of an unleashed neck,
Burden buries deeper than ever known before

Somber September afternoon

One year ago, I hardly knew of you

Some nights when I have trouble sleeping
I think about you
And wonder if you think about me too
And just the warmth from that makes me so drowsy

Tighten Up

Tighten up and set yourself straight
The future is clear and shows you promise
But not without what's true right in front of you
Let the warmth guide, you've lived with nothing but laid out reasoning
Pull yourself up with the grasp of what feels good
Screw logic, where has it gotten you?
Rid yourself of bitter, cleanse yourself of envy
Learn to live, learn to take in the glow of simplicity
There is no need to feel empty anymore
Take control and flourish

Oh

I feel as if I would have spat at you if given the chance
But we both can attest that's further than any truth I know
Oh but the satisfaction that engulfs me when I dream of it

Instead I stayed tight lip, shifted eyes wide
Desire to melt at your toes
Yet burn holes with my gaze
No difference would have been made

You were the same, exactly what I knew
Though this time around was stone cold
We danced with parallel backs, ensuring we see not of one another
Shooing away all sense of civility, and parting promises
But who ever said I was a lady of my word
You certainly were never the gentleman you once seemed

It was a good meeting, and I hope it's the last
There's no more room for fondness

God bless a summer sky

Here would be where infinity fits in.

Under a blanket of glitter and a sea of cyan

A time not quite effable, but justly portrayed in a singsong manner

Composed of lost hours and body heat

And blessed with consciousness 

Unwrapped

Sometimes I believe one's "gift" is too exaggerated
What's said to be a precious gem
Seems really just the gold of fool's in disguise
Undermining it, is not the goal
For in reality, it's lovely all the same
And cherished just as much as a once believed gem
But to put something so simple on a pedestal so high
Is only to lessen it's value in goodness

Untitled

It's funny how easily you can be picked up from your lowest of lows. Here I am sitting at the top of a tall, tall, building looking down upon unhappiness. It's been painted with prosperity and I am only basking in the glory of it all.

Hold tight, and wish well, for it is good as it lasts.

Plain and simple

Sexy. You're sexy.
And I'm putty in your goddamn hands.

How can this be wrong?

So long it's been since returning late with smiling lips of cherry red. So long since these nervous hiccups have graced me. To memorize and to trace bring a sense of giddiness to what could have been calm demeanor. I'm full of elation with the prospect of it all. Where I am is a blissful place, and I would like nothing more.

And just like that,

I'm floating in the sweet nectar of reverie

Merci! Adieu!

Lukewarm sentiment

A beat that skips at best
And butterflies that merely rest
We hardly pass the test 
But it won't rise off my chest

Visitor Hour

Hassle me this, unspoken civility
Merely a bat of the eyelashes
Or a graze of a fingertip
Unlocks ages of history
Tucked away for a starry sky

Old fondness tickles
And shapes the past
To something seeming so fruitful
What's left though, may not be truth
And for that, we just visit

Movements so familiar, 
Make transcending so smooth.

A letter to no one (A letter to everyone)

You say you're happy, and I wish I could say the same and mean it. But the truth is, i'm lost. You were lost once too. I find myself sneaking off to try and live the same way you wished to. Maybe you went through with it, and maybe it made you happy. That's what i'm hoping for for myself. It just didn't take you 4 months to realize. I'm stuck in a swamp of helplessness, and I've been so used to everyone doing my dirty work for me, that I've realized I have no idea how to fend on my own. So many souls have been lost in my grip, and I know it hasn't always been my fault, but what can I do? I'm confused, and I'm longing for something that could either be the best thing I've ever done for myself, or the biggest mistake of my adolescent career. I've found myself not knowing where to turn, and not knowing who I should talk to. I feel alone and empty, and that dreaded day hasn't even hit yet. I've wasted so much time and I just don't know.

Old Tunes

It's been repeated and replayed numerous times
Like that record you love so much
My grip seemed eternal,
As I thought I was clinging for dear life

It was scratched, and it skipped like no other
Always asked to rid of it, I refused
Ears were clasped, and white noise emitted
But regardless, I always tried to waltz alone

That record has not been played
For several sleeps now
And lost are the steps once so ingrained
No longer am I lulled by what was,
I'm now dancing to tunes of clarity
In the arms of another

Friends

You're Ross,
And I'm Rachel.
Can you see it?

Bonjour, La Fin

I could taste the bitter tinge from a mile away
The sugary sweetness fading
Though we end on such a high note
Sadness lingers in the pockets of the stragglers
Weighing us down and putting us in a slow trudge

To gold and light you go, as you earned, of couse
And though a smirk is adorning your fresh face
It is still glistening with tears from an achey gaze
For what was once seemed impossible
Is now within arm's reach

Wishes have been granted
And are being accepted in a hesitant state
Common consensus is, that leashes are to be cut
The clock has struck June, and here's reality
Hello, the end.

Just a stupid little anecdote

Once upon a time when we were barely acquainted, my pre-determined judgments led me to put him down as "Mr. Personality" in my phone. Ironically, of course, since he always seemed like he was rather boring. I've always been a skeptic, and I just assumed.
Later on, I found out the opposite was true. He was charming, and I thought that was all a show. It was not, he made me laugh, and it was fun trying to dissect him. In the end I realized there was so much more, both positive and negative, but he indeed was Mr. Personality, but more literally than I intended.

Now, here I am with another one on my hands. This time we're back to the start. Maybe this one might progress the same way too.

It's okay

Sometimes, I look back at that raised skin
And trace it with my fingers feeling the grown in smoothness
It brings me back a little
To a time once numb
Where I had the control
And the guaranteed satisfaction
And it was me
That alone, tempts

Did I say tempt?
It's more than that,
I can't resist

Faking An Orgasm

We've all been there
And we've all done that
It's just another thing you "do"

It's like humming a song
Or watching the news
Or even just tying your shoe

We deceive and lead on
It's a game we all play
To trick and see what we win

Eating tender hearts
Without steak sauce
You know, it's a cardinal sin

Dear Boredom,

Your presence has been long forgotten
Until you happened upon me today
And though I realize it's a luxury to feel you
I can't help but feel a little anger
Distractions have consumed many an hour
Time whirring by as well as productivity
Leaving not a second to think
For I, thinking is vile
Spreading to my eyeballs
And casting a glaze
And here I am sitting and wishing for you to leave me
Till my head hits the pillow, at least
For you cause my future to come a little slower
And I just can't have that

Into the Sea of Faux

Let us share a hearty laugh
Before sinking into the sea of faux

Notice lack of flinching
As the ugly little lies swim past your face?
They swim left and right, at a steady pace

Notice how the suit once protecting a naked body
Is now falling apart with every decision you make?
Leaving you vulnerable in the abyss

Notice the pressure on your chest, and difficulty breathing
Without your tank of air and clarity?
You drown into unconsciousness

And notice the weight on your ankles
Pulling you down further?

Well my friend
That, you tied by your own hand

A Tale of Elastic Heartstrings

Good news, past suitors
Of all hearts affected
The once bluest
Is now glowing with life
And is pumping with prosperity

Your sly threats mean little
To this shaking fist of a bright new soul
And dares you to forget
What's forever embedded in your mind
What has been forgotten on repeat on my very own soundtrack
You always bounce back

In truth, little may be regarded
In future's time
Anguish and romance, alike
But a piece remains
And sticks with even the happiest of hearts

Swoon

I like boys with good manners and good morals. I am a sucker for gentlemen and even worse, I fall for religious boys though I have none to claim. 

I also like boys who are tall and skinny and live by their own rules. The ones who stick to their guns are absolutely indifferent, the ones that you have to exert so much energy just to try and make them laugh. But when you do, you feel like a champ. The kind of boy who is an absolute mystery and leaves you questioning your selfworth.

I like girls with short haircuts and piercings. Girls who ride bikes and play wooden instruments. Ones who write you letters and leave you feeling absolutely tongue-tied and infinitely bashful.

My affection is being tugged from all directions.

Haunting Hour (I'm half asleep)

You're the most persistent ghost I've ever shared air with
You haunt these guilt-ridden thoughts of mine
Sending shivers down my spine despite my mind's rejection of you
A name which once tasted so foul on my lips
Now tickles with devious delight
But all that you are, is a ghost to me

Integrate

Caress me, bright future
Carry me across the threshold of sanity
Acceptance upon thee holds brilliance
In every which pocket

Pumpkin

Pumpkin, oh love
You touch me sweet
Protect me so soundly
A shield that you reap
You radiate warmth
And comfort truly
So near your heart beats
This love, unruly
A chaotic heap of
Affection untwined
Sharing the unknown
And a wish to rewind
Time that was lost
Which teases the air
Whispering to me
To be under your care

Nothing artsy,

But no one makes me want to puke more than you.
You're that awful.

Once

Once you were a sailboat,
And you said I was the sea
I guided and misguided you 
When it was you and me

Once you were the forest
A lumberjack was I
I chopped you down in little time
And left you there to die

Once you were the golden sun
And me, the dreary clouds
You used to radiate so bright
Then I blocked you out

But once the tables turned, you see
You smartened up and then left me 

Welcome to the carnival

Nothing but each other's cheap amusement.
The rush you feel from from the rusty roller coaster.
The stomach flip from day old funnel cake.
The uncomfortable tension between a toothless carnie and a naive little girl.

All of it-- cheap and unsettling.

It's a ride I can't seem to get off of.

Marsupial

You give me the shivers
I'd swim up a river
To see that koala bear smile.
I'll face the commotion
And dive in the ocean
Give your nook a quick little trial

Mister, mister

My heart quakes for a view
Of purity, cleansed and untarnished
Judgments evaded
Vanished, persay
What deed was done for I
Returned
With the remaining strength
I am unswayed
But there's a light in you
Mister, mister

lacking motor skills

I packaged it with the nimbleness of a kindergartener
Edges slightly crumpled, opened and reopened from last second ideas
It came to me tonight
And I scrambled to put it together
I'm not sure why though
But maybe you'll like it

Untitled, a photo by neekaisweird on Flickr.

Put your makeup on,

Fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city

How do you handle an uncertain future?

my apologies, china

the more we talk
the taller i build the wall

the more i want to talk to you
the longer i build the wall

the closer we get to any reality
the thicker i build the wall

it's on its way to being bigger than china's
boy will they be jealous!

sixsixsix

one

Oh you were my number one, and I was yours. There were 3 years separating us and oh boy were we awkward. There was a schizophrenic Jamie Foxx before us when it happened. You schemed for ages and even tried asking me in "french" the second time because you knew I took it. But I became awful to you, and I finally started to feel weird about the age difference-- or at least that was the most viable excuse I could come up with. I kept my distance and you kept reaching out, even after a year passed us by. You were so sweet, and I took you for granted. It's a shame I didn't appreciate it until now. I think of you often, but now you're 300 miles away.

two 

You were the most peculiar of them all. Not quite quirky.. but I suppose more legitimately "weird". We were odd, and I'm still not convinced you ever liked me all that much. Your mother sure did though, and that's one of the biggest reasons I stuck around as long as I did. I think you liked sports and dogs more than you liked me anyway. But for the summer before, we had a cute fluffy camp romance, and it was sweet while it lasted. We kissed for the first time at the drive-in on a hot August night. Throughout our relationship I remember wishing you were a better kisser, but I wasn't any good either so I couldn't really complain. I wonder if you got better?

three 
In your mother's van. The same first as the last, even. You were everything new to me. And you held the first piece of my heart, and I feel like you'll always hold just a tiny piece no matter what. You were the first one I've really ever felt anything strongly for. You were first one I thought I loved and it was quite a rush. You taught me a lot about myself, and I'll admit.. both bad and good things. I wanted so much of you, but your head was like a steel cage that you never let me into at first. And once you did, I was stuck. A whirlwind of things happened in our time, some of it I completely vacuum seal away. I puppy-loved you, and it was unrequited. But I learned from that. 

four 

Spite. You were spite. I liked you for the wrong reasons, it was obvious though, considering how long it lasted. The day after "it" happened, you invited me and the friends I was with to dinner. We were never close before but from that day on we were. I was suspicious from the get-go though. But I wanted to try it, and I did. On your bed, watching UP, and then I knew it wasn't right. Time went by, poems were written, feelings got hurt. But we remained close throughout all of it.

five 
I have thousands of words written about you. In letter form, published to the internet, on the backs of receipts, in old notebooks, vanished from my wrists.. But I'm sure I can muster a few more. I fell in love with you so quickly. But I only let you know it once on accident. It slipped from my lips while we were driving home one night. Your eyes lit up and you squeezed me tight, and I tensed up from the mistake I thought I made. Our first couldn't have been lovelier. It was New Year’s Eve and we were up at Eagle's Crest because you've never been there before. The city lights were shimmering and there were fireworks, can you believe it? Fireworks! You made me hop on your back and ran down to a snowy covered bale of hay till we got too chilly and sat in your car and watched the stars from the sunroof. We drank Sunny D and ate cheezits, and watched the clock hit midnight. You looked at me and I looked at you and it just happened. Right as fireworks hit the sky. You said we were "gliding into the new year", and you made me smile. And the time we had from then on was good, until we just couldn't anymore. I think only fondly of you.

six
;) We'll see what happens from here..

Now,

Now is the time.

It's finally dawned on me.

And I feel almost blissful.

Today will be a beautiful day

And besides maybe now,
I will not think of you!
I will have nothing but high spirits all day and maybe even night, long.

All aboard

Now I get it, why it still tugs at me after so long. He was one of my best friends. We were legitimate amazing friends. It was a friendship. And those matter more to me than any relationship has. I lost a friend in it all. And that's why it still hurts

To move on,

You have to want to move on
I don't know if I want to yet

Everything is okay

Everything is going to be okay


Dare I say it?
I may have found a spark in somebody new.

By now

It's just the memory I miss.
I know better than to actually want you back, because everyone and their mother knows there is no chance for that. I'm not that naive. I just miss all the sweetness, and all the fun we had. I know it wouldn't be the same anymore. I just like to think about it all.
It makes me sad thinking that I won't find anyone I liked as much as you. You were different, and I liked that.  I just don't know if anyone can measure up to that.
And it sucks.
Who knows if I'd be a fan of who you are now, but I sure as hell miss who you were when it was us.

Your ghost makes me sadder than anything

lunar love

I want someone who will sing songs to the moon with me.
It's shining so bright tonight.

The tears are flowin'
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing
what am I doing

You come in waves

And I run to keep from cold feet

The frigid salty air shows no boundaries

And rapes these tender ears

Whispering poison 

Even when the tide settles

I do not

almost humbling

I long for a soul
Who no longer longs for I
What a feeling.

euphemism

Little forest south the way
No visitors for quite the days
No pain no love have you endured
For much too long and that I'm sure
Once your pal, is now in peace
Your river's flow has come to cease

Just ask me for my number already

Mmhm,

I'd like to linger

A little longer

I'd like to spend my time with you

And as the days go by

I'll think of you and sigh

This is good luck, but not goodbye

koala bear pt. 2

I miss you, but..
You're fading into a memory.
And that scares me a little bit, to be honest.
In desperate times, I think back to our rituals.
Look back at our videos, so I won't completely forget.
I remember our silly dances, I remember your bear smile, I remember the sweet music you once wrote for me, I remember the warmth of your protective embrace.
But I lost your smell, I lost the constellations on your back, and I have to dig deep just to remember the color of your eyes.
Sometimes I still come near crying at the thought of it all.
But for reasons unknown, I'm not able anymore.
Tears refuse to fall, even when I want them to.
Something tells me that it's a sign of indifference,
That I really might be done.
I think my body has decided that it has finished aching for you.
I wish my head could just get the memo.

Once you made me feel

And once it was so beautiful and so easy

I fell in love with a world in you

You're fun, I will give you that. But I've come to discover you're not substantial in my life anymore. It'll be "good seein' ya!' every time, but really that's it. I like that it's finally come to that. You're my game. It's fun. Maybe you'll be a game I play every once in a while. But if it all stopped, I would have no problem. I would go about living, maybe even restore some of my health. I would grow up and think about the eye blink, and it would all be fine. I don't know what you think, but it doesn't matter. I'm not about separate lives. And things are not so bad right now.

"I wish you were dead"

That's been replaying in my head all morning long.
It's weird because you were the one crying this time.
And for some reason I stayed completely calm, because I understood.
But at the same time, I don't.
We were at a wedding, or maybe an outdoor divorce court.
But it was hard.
But we both understood.
I don't wish you were dead.
I hope that's true for you too.

Winter's soundtrack

Winter's soundtrack is animal collective, bad movies, cul-de-sacs, fox hollow, dancing in my room, avoiding your hands, eskimo kisses, and witty banter.

koala bear,

Oh the shivers you once brought me.
I wonder if they'll return on tomorrow's arrival?

If things don't get in the way..

I could see this maybe turning into something. Because, well... why not? It's lasted over a year, and we get along so well. I could see it being easy. I could see it being a lot of fun. Maybe you will be my summer 2011.

That is, like I said, if nothing gets in the way first.

I sent you a picture of tom murphy

and a whole bunch of feathers.
i wrote your name in rainbow.

i hope you 'get it' too

Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours

Fading

My summer scars are finally fading. Blending into the edges, they're just barely visible. Past hurt reaching point of disappearance. Almost forgotten. That skinned knee in the pool and all those blows to my heart. Evidence of blistering heat and sharp tongues still remain proving once reality. But time heals, and the months have made once-open wounds nearly smooth. That season of easy bruising brought me to thicker skin.

pre-marsupial heart identity

Without fail, each late night I lay awake squinting from the blinding light. My guard comes down, my clenched fist loosens & once again promises and inhibitions tumble to the floor. The same beautiful thoughts start dancing through my head, as well as the sinful potential.  Daring me to risk all my hard work. And without the calluses I built up on my heart.. I would be putty. A goner; spilling my soul for nothing. Two am, i'm ready to burst with every pent up feeling I have in me. But I ache, weary and shaking, And finally thrust into the abyss. Always mere seconds from my breaking point. Leaving my pathetic confessions on the tips of my thumbs.

And as daylight breaks, relief and regret strike simultaneously. Leaving me with perpetual "what if's" and a heavy heart.

and this is my thank you

You were an unexpected blessing. Sunshine on the darkest of days. You were the epitome of comfort and safety, contentment and bliss. For the time I had you, you were my escape from reality. I was taught the beauty of appreciating the normally inappreciable. With you, I fell into different dimensions and shared tight embrace with the alternate floor. It comes back every now and then, and I smile in remembrance.

This is my thank you.

running down to the garden barefoot just isn't the same when there's clouds about

I sometimes wish I could go back to mid-December, when my whole life was a roller coaster. I was full of adrenaline and endorphins. It was all so exciting and new, and all my bad thoughts were completely gone. It was an eager time, it was a learning process, and it was a period of discovery. I learned that there was so much more out there. That I wasn't confined anymore. That this was all a blessing.

I would like to relive mid-December again soon, if possible.

I am too hormonal for memories

Goodbye and good riddance,

I am a happy girl!
And I don't need any boy to make me that way.
Not one soul.

3/28/11

Remember when I thought we were in love?
An eye-opening season for us both.
Or perhaps that too was a dream.
Silence and warmth surrounded us.
Sheltered by each other's bodies.
Molding and forming to perfection.
And to part was painful.
But soon it became grim.
The darkness rolled in so quickly
Like a storm
Dissolving the sugar from our lips.
Forgetting what was once so sweet.
Replaced with bitterness.
Some days I gnash at the though.
But others I sink into the former bliss.
Look

That's it-

"It's not that I hate you,
I never loved you enough to hate you"


Jaymay, i'm glad I discovered you.

Desperation, my ass.

Self control for days, baby.
You did this yourself.

It's so dangerous for me to be awake past midnight

Volatile thoughts enter my mind and I do impulsive, drastic things. Some things I'll regret and some things I know I'll probably be proud of. Sending you that Facebook message though... I regret it already

I talk out loud like you're still around.

I disgust myself a little

tread carefully
trust sparingly
love willingly

I like making you mad.

I take great enjoyment out of it because I think it's funny.

And I know you won't hit me like you hit them.

So I keep on doing it.

i wasn't lying that one time

I am doing my best not to enable this.. but boy is it tough

I'm not making it easy this next time around.

Can we just make everything easier and allow me to be the only one fucked over in this situation? I mean it. I don't want anyone to hate me for something so stupid. She is in love with you as I once was, and you're treating her the same way you once treated me. Going back to you would be a huge mistake at this time in my life. And there are so many alarms going off inside of me, and a list of reasons reaching to neptune to tell me to stay away. But you make it so goddamned hard. Meddling, always, this isn't Scooby Doo.

I know for sure though, that even if I do end up back with you.. it'll be the same cycle, the same exact cycle. You'll like me till you get bored. 

Please just love her, and respect her. And let me be.

It's kind of just easier being the one no one wants to keep.

Letting go for dear life.

I hate being jealous of other people's happiness.

But I guess it's only at night, right?

11:11

I wish to stop hurting.
I wish for my heart to stop aching.
I wish this didn't happen.

It's a good thing we're two of the hardest people to read in the world.

I don't want you to exist anymore. i want you to go away. i wish this never happened. it's caused me to go insane. this isn't between you and me, this is a struggle with my own conscience simply inspired by you. if you just never happened this portion of my life would be so much easier. it's a constant fight to subtly get you to notice me. but no matter what, there's no prevail. i just never know, and i am going crazy and it's disgusting. i need to let go. i'm trying to let go. i need assistance.

I'm holding onto a ghost

I miss everything, and it's incredible because it felt so long. i miss everything about you. your stupid little quirks. your goofy smile. your frivolous antics. the dance parties in my room. your upbeat demeanor. your ability to smile in shitty situations. i want all of that. i want all of you. but you don't want me. and it kills me. i always want what i can't have. please want me again.

sometimes i just sit and wait, thinking maybe something will change.

maybe our feelings will be the same again.

i wait for a move to be made.

but i know i won’t make it, i want rejection to become a stranger to me.

and i know you won’t make it.

and so, i sit and wait.

what am i doing to myself.

this blog can't only be for sadness.
i think everything is going to be okay,
good even!

The love I sell you in the evening 
By the morning won't exist

I sort of feel like a sad puppy. Wandering and following you around. Hoping for you to change your mind. But who am I kidding. It's still not going to change anything. My parents don't understand it, my friends don't understand it, sage doesn't understand it, I understand it, but it doesn't make it hurt less. Such a loss.

premonition

oh fuck me

i'm sorry to be the realist in this situation
but we're not astronauts going up to space
this is not the situation
we're not fighting dragons
or being wizards
we're josh and we're grace
and we're breaking up in a coffee shop

It gets easier. Time passes and slowly we forget. Slowly the need to appreciate drains. What are we making of ourselves? To be with you livens me, ever so slightly. Each time. I become willing to hold on, for just a few more moments, though with a loosening grip. Hold me tighter. It should not be getting easier.

my days are good. my nights are depressing. i wish there was effort put there. and i wish all the obstacles were gone.

Movies I want to see

• Blue Valentine
• It's Kind Of A Funny Story
• Friends With Benefits
• The Kids Are Alright

It's bittersweet

So incredibly bittersweet.

remember

self, don't forget. please please don't forget.
it's so good.
do not let the sweetness escape you.
think of it daily.
do not be let down over this.
fight temptations.
it won't be too long.
but it won't be much longer after that ridge either.
please. hold. on.

Waiting

Lately I feel as if my life is all about waiting.
Waiting for seasons, waiting for fun, waiting for the future, waiting for you.
I am just so goddamned restless. I don't want to wait anymore. I want to soar. I want to be in complete control, but that is my nature.
I am a homebody, yet I live with so much wanderlust. I am extremely comforted by my familiar four walls, but I want to break free and see what's out there.
My time isn't now, but my time is soon.

Life I love you, all is groovy

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