Fine

Help me kill my time, because i'll never be fine.

For better or worse?

Babe...

You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.

We could have been something...

Art in Agony

We plot, we plan, we assume things are going to go A certain way and then they don’t and we find ourselves In a new place, a place we haven’t been before, a place We never would have imagined on our own,

And so it was difficult and unexpected and maybe even Tragic and yet it opened us up and freed us to see Things in a whole new way

Suffering does that— It hurts, But it also creates.

How many of the most significant moments in your Life came not because it all went right, but because It all fell apart?

It’s strange how there can be art in the agony…

T

I'm going to miss staring at your MSN display name when you were online and knowing that we were both doing exactly the same thing. Even though we ended things badly....sometimes I remember the good times and I miss you and I wish I had the guts to click on your name and talk late at night like we used to. I wonder if you think the same way sometimes about me...

I really hope that by some fate we become friends again...because the good times, they weren't when we were together, they were when you were my best friend and we could talk about anything.

Good Bye T

I really will miss you

Desire

“Most of our troubles are due to our passionate desire for and attachment to things that we misapprehend as enduring entities.” ~Dalai Lama

Hello

I never say hello because I fear goodbyes...

You

As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs. I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time. I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white. I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that's never been sung. Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world. Perhaps that somewhere is here. Perhaps that someone, is you. - I wrote this for you

Okay

NEVER assume someone is okay. I'm not okay.

Stranger

We were so close...now you are just another stranger...

I miss you.

Fake

My father threw a glass at my mother today. Tomorrow we'll go to church and pretend we're a happy family. My Dad's the minister. He's also a bastard who surfs the net for porn. Go figure.