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I can’t forget that gaze, with your rose stained eyes, and moonless hair. I can’t seem to forget the remembrance. These thoughts are immeasurable. Surfaced by new arrival but deep by my imagination. I have these ponderous illusions and i’m patiently waiting to fulfill such overrated thought…

WILDesire

My mind has all of a sudden been confined in thoughts of alterations. I don’t know you but your intoxicating stare has left me patiently waiting for the time being and the space that will bring your familiarity. This alter is revolutionary to my dried up recognition.  I desire the next time your entity is closer than before. I’ll be on the sidelines like a dried up sponge waiting to soak you up. 

These are my expressions for a boy, A boy whom is a stranger but resides in my conscious . My everything is in awe of the internal unforeseen. I don’t know you but I want you to be aware of the amends in me that have fired up because of your encounter. 

O CAROLINE

Everything about yesterday was almost too fluid. The day I had yesterday was WAY better than the dream I just dreamt. From 7a.m to 12:00 a.m, everything was just perfect. 

made 20 bux

half way got my job back at Ride Away Bikes

Wrote a beautiful paper right before class.

Humanities and Psych Class was FUCKING hilarious. Learned about Anthropogenic/natural climate change and about memory.

Hung out with Fliz and my neighbor, kicked back ordered some pizza, had this salad with fresh Basil which was so tasty! Had the perfect wine buzz but obv that was enough.

I FINALLY GOT MY NEIGHBOR to smoke weed(out of an apple)! She’s 34 and has never smoked anything! She had the most stereotypical high and i thought it was the coolest thing in the world!

woke up loving life…

EFIL backwards.

The atmospheres haven’t changed much but my thoughts are accurately molding. I’ve created a solitude environment in which I remain aloof, meek, and myself. I miss my influences, good or bad, or a little bit of both but perhaps I’m meant to be alone for now. I have been confined in my own thoughts, my own stillness and motions. Reflections of the past and present have put my mind and hand to effortless work. And as for the future, my loneliness might be preparation. I can’t put out this fear though. The fear of becoming too much of a hermit and becoming expressionless. In these dry spells I shall read, and then READ some more.

 I lost a love I knew i’d one day see leave me. I choose to accept the foreseen love and apathy. I lost myself but at the same time gained the unknown. Who ever claimed sorrows as surfaced? I love to suffer but I love to LOVE even more. I AM STRONG BUT WEAK. I’ll always take the worthy chances. I’m hoping for new encounters as I take path of this Journey that leaves me thrilled of unexpectedness. I need new euphoria and new pains to keep my mind to mold. 

I want to become a writer…

but I need new encounters, I need new Love.