July 2009
though i know my limitations and that we’re all full of questions, there is magic, even here.
i love people that make me laugh.
there’s no such thing as unimportant days.
i am one of those people who do the ” ” gesture when they talk.
i’m an idealist. i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way.
i shut my eyes so that i can see.
these are the times of dreaming quietude.
i hate when something good becomes a memory.
i’m feeling rough, i’m feeling raw.
i have a lot of mood swings.
all this music in my head.
up all night, got deamons to fight.
i never thanked the people who opened my mind.
i often fall in love. with a song, with a book, with a view, a picture, with numbers and words, sounds and smells, with people i know, with complete strangers, with everything, anything, with nothing at all. i am one of those people with love clamped down in them, who make fools of themselves, loving widely, happily, badly, indiscreetly, forgetting everything else.
we’re fated to pretend, to pretend.
i am here, i am alive. i am everything all the time.
i’m other and open.