September 2009
3 posts
today i ran. i hopped a train and ran far away. the sun was high and i wore nothing but a straw hat, the dry mud that reached my ankles, and my own nude flesh. where i was going was not a question. i brought nothing but a photograph, my talents, and a few smokes to my name. it was good enough for me. the view was majestic, farm fields and poppies for miles. carcasses laid upon the passing...
August 2009
8 posts
Islands in the stream, that is what we are....
“don’t worry about me. i’ll just go on a monastic retreat to realize how beautiful life is.”
i wrote...
i had a dream i was talking to people with white eyes. you don’t need to be anyone for my love. i wish you could realize to find happy is to not try at all. you don’t need to please or feel as though your not doing enough. what you don’t see is that people will love whether your successful or not. they will love even when you don’t fit the cookie cutter image. so stop...
Feist - The Mast
“And I don’t need to see...
