Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Searching

I want to take pictures everyday. I do not want to sleep my whole life. I am waiting for someone who is not real. I want to tell people my beautiful love stories. I just do not have one. I listen to many stories. I tell many too. I have found what works. I have found what does not. I choose not to remember things. I keep reminiscing. I have gone through the process. I am going through it again. I always look at the stars above my head. I forget the grass beneath my feet. I lost what I used to believe. I found it again. I walk barefoot on this rocky path. I will walk until I fuck up.