simply

there are too many things i want to do and there are too many people i want to be close to.

i can't never make a good enough decision to satisfy myself. not even close. i am losing all my youth (probably, already too late), being indecisive.

it's alright

monday morning,
english muffin with butter & jelly,
chilly autumn,
thirty min walk thru a golf course and a gothic wonderland,
my little desk,
perl;,
speedbumps by luna,
another day of iterations

bluegrass, cigarettes, coffee, red brick streets through a yellow defuser.

yet at the end of days, i was only reassured that this segment of my youth had halted, truncated, or disappeared. good times. the place rarely changes. good people don't change all that much, in their essences. but they surely move around. i am not sure if i am moving along the train track or she is moving away from me. i am not sure if people are moving around the same old places or if places are moving among the same old people. why aren't you here where i saw you last May? why aren't you that crazy lovely person you were once last year?

wish list

constant happiness x 10

and t2 vw bus westfalia