excuse me while i buy dollheads to last me days.
also, i miss writing.
i want to stretch up to 2g, so that i can stretch up to 0g, so i can stretch up to 00g--5/8s will be much farther in the year.
i miss my dreadlocks. i miss having a long mane of hair that i could smell yesterday on. my hairs pretty dope though.
i want green but you need green to get green and all i have is a visa card.
i watched Say Anything today for the first time in light years. its been a while.
lets go to france and play in versailles.
or better yet, lets go to palau and swim with the half-moons.
i wish i could find that god damn river in the desert.
it needs to rain.
hard.
i want thunder and lightning and a body next to mine.
is that really all that hard to ask for?
i know i talk alot, but i'll shut up.
i know i swear alot, but i'll try and keep it clean.
i know i smell like hair products, but i'll go natural for you.
peppermints? candy canes? they're in my trunk. no problem.
san francisco is way too far away, and my mind is becoming weary. i find myself doubting my intentions and internally falling apart.
then you come out of no where. maybe its a sign.
maybe i need to read more, and listen more, and observe more.
maybe i need to you ex you, you, and you out of my life and just focus on them. the new. the unknown. the foreign. the ones with their own personal baggage that i could really give a fuck about. the ones with substance and brand new personalities and fantastically shitty outlooks on life.
maybe just to prove i still have it in me.
or
maybe just to prove that i really have ditched my old perceptions on life.
learning more about yourself is a magnificent journey. i'm glad it ends when i end.