hmmmmmahhhhhhh

the white lights go on at exactly 8:42

68 degree air

thinking about people that ive known- people that i refuse to forget

clothes that you want to live in for days

harmonies

rarity that makes substance and instances better

no abundance of anything

moments that are too great to be a coincidence

finishing my thoughts

never finishing my thoughts

im on my side today

myeyelidshurt

“After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.”

thebooksitneverchangestostop

i dont like the feeling of unproductiveness

i dont like the feeling of overproductiveness

i dont like watching too much tv

i dont like not watching tv at all

i dont like smoking cigaretts

i dont like not smoking cigaretts

i dont like people

i dont like not knowing people

i dont like words

i dont like no words

i dont like blogging

i dont like not blogging

i dont like earth

i dont like not being on earth

i dont like forceful reading

i dont like not reading

i dont like the obivous

i dont like the not obivous

i dont like missing people

i dont like not missing people

i dont like demian

i dont like sinclair

i dont like thinking

i dont like not thinking

last night

the cvs clerk told me i looked too innocent to be there

ta-da-te-da

I can sit here and think about my existence – but today I just don’t want to.

LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN – CONCERTO POUR PIANO & ORCHESTRE N° 5 L’EMPEREUR

tolerable days- days of contentment- days with no emotions- days without seconds

things I have to do- no things I want to do

burst of people- no people at all

sleep- no sleep- good sleep- bad sleep

bach: violin concerto #1 in A minor

It was 2am. People were shouting ‘the night is still young’. I walked. I had a live human next to me. I stroked his arm over and over again to feel his warmth. I felt the blood flow through him. I didn’t know him. He never saw me. He bought me a four dollar rose. I smoked 5 cigarettes. The paper burned so fast. I thought that nice people were extinct. But they come out at 2am. A stranger sung to me. He said I was fine. I don’t know what that means. I ran my fingers through his hair. His friend ask me if I would take him home with me. I smiled. He knew I was never going to stay. It wouldn’t have been right. A lady blessed me. I was giving out cigarettes like candy. I didn’t want to be selfish. I didn’t want people to think I was selfish. I didn’t want people to know I was selfish. I still have cigarettes. But I can only smoke them at 2am. An army man attacked me. No one notice. I was being too nice. He was fighting a war. I grab on to my stranger and continued walking.

ding ding ding

After a discussion with my professor about the meaning of life, I took a long walk back to my box. My eyes were aching. I past familiar things that seemed unfamaliar. I caught a glipse of a kite flying in the distance. I was drawn to it. The sounds of the cymbals banging was painful. I had to turn the volume down. It all made so much sense, but only for seconds. I live for these seconds.

conversation-yppah-kite-deep breaths

fantastic.

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