difference between tangerines and clementines

still no word from the very hostile letter i have written. i wait still.

can you find yourself in a bamboo forest, lost in the shades of jade. with me beside you? i feel the vibrant greens seep into my skin. leave the booze and weapons behind. only passion will be found.

for you i'd wait 'til kingdom come.

the days are counting down until the leaving. of myself and of you. will fate intervene and allow my counting go in vain?

i must say being in random places by myself with things to do and accomplish, is refreshing. the commotion and movement is calming in between the music i allow myself to get lost in. my concentration is at it's peak.

this modern love wastes me.


self loathing does a person no good. the faults i have fallen upon, unfortunately, are very hard to fix. my humanly ways cannot be dehumanized until i kill the human. 707, i pray that it helps.


i do not have much to offer. and unfortunately the things i love are no good to you, or for that fact not good enough.
i wish i could capture this moment for you to experience. the sounds, the clarity, simplicity surrounds me, being alone has never been more fulfilling.

balance.

i want to take you far from the cynics of this town and kiss you on the mouth.

i've begun to read an exciting book of gothic fiction about the downfall of an idolized monk. I laughed at first seeing the book, then was immediately enveloped by the plot.
THE MONK
quite an enthralling read so far.

we've escaped winter for a short period of time. these moments are espresso and cigarettes. movement and passion. laptops and futures.

forgive me fo my shortcomings.
and the random blurbs you will never understand.

you are the bluest light.