The air is fresh as it should be,
the heat was beginning to rape this autumn of it's leaves,
of it's oranges, yellows and burning greens
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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Unfiltered, immature (but maturing) rants, poetry and (current) findings of the first leaf in my adult years: These are mainly stripped of my independent "self". They are projections of myself in the relationships with men, women, art and the earth that I created in an attempt to free myself from isolation, childhood terrors and hurt. I've created a new blog for present/future - much more art - individualized pain - and everyday questionings. #likehoneyburning.blogspot
i need to talk
ReplyDeletebut cant find the right words
i need a place
but cant make any decisions
i need u in my life
but im embarrassed with myself just me no one else
Well you need to talk to me... I've always been real with you, and I will continue to, I don't judge you, and there's alot going on in my life too, probably alot of the same things...
ReplyDeletei love u,
ReplyDeleteur great trust me
i think a vacation would be nice
unrealistic but nice
i can drive n come see u
that would be nicer
l o v e
m e
Well let's start with a phone call, although I'd love to show you my city, you'd love it, good people and times, and it's hot as shit here still, it's insane!
ReplyDeleteAnyway what I'm saying is i love you, and i'm here for you, and so is seattle, and my roommate (once again) as already offered you a couch. Pretty much anyone I love - he loves. You just have to have some beer money on the weekends, hehe.
My favourite time of year. That, and when the ice melts to show little spuds breaking free of soil.
ReplyDeletele sigh.