i'm not sorry theres nothing to say.

i chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
i'll write you a postcard
i'll send you the news
from a house down the road

from real love...

when did your heart go missing?

wonder this time where she's gone.

"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde

i was born by living in this little old town.

"Certain kinds of information are like smoke: they work their way into people’s eyes and minds whether sought out or not, and with no regard to personal preference."— Haruki Murakami, The Wind Up Bird Chronicle

old man trouble.

and then i thought about the time we put the pillows at the foot of the bed and watched the windows fall asleep.

looks like i'm down in my luck.

so between them Love did shine,

that the Turtle saw his right

flaming in the Phoenix sight,

either was the Other's mine.

-shakes.

we were born before the wind.

i wanna rock your gypsy soul.

kt, you are the mystic i think. now we know what a month feels like. i love you. thank you. it was perfect.

a love once new has now grown old.

and so ends the world wind visits. i could not have picked more lovely friends if i tried for the rest of time with all my might. the best memories are written and stored in my last few journals. thank you, world, for letting my space be filled by wonder. and for leaving little bits of it all behind as a reminder. i won't forget.

when you're alone in your bed.

won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you.

still in peaceful dreams i see the road leads back to you.

moonlight and love songs.

what's the different if i stay.

"as long as i kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. i knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. only when i stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till i began to drown. so i just didn’t stop."

- the poisonwood bible

don't forget the nights when it all felt right.

somebody's on my mind.

jake just told me a story. it took two and a half hours. i feel like i just watched a movie. what an awesome kind of movie to watch. one that plays in your mind with the narrator standing in the room with you.

all i have to do is dream.

“….our understanding of each other had reached that sweet depth where two people communicate more often in silence than in words: an affectionate quietness replaces the tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that produce a friendship’s more showy, more in the surface sense, dramatic moments." - truman capote, breakfast at tiffany's

i'm begging you please to come home.

and it all comes down to you.

i can't stop writing. about everything. and anything. i just keep writing. and making notes to my self of stuff i want to write about when i finish writing what i'm writing.

you are the best thing.