second home

11:11

"at least we still have one thing in common."

interview

"who's your best friend?"

"I think the one thing that's common in all of my friends is that they're passionate about something. They have something that they care about. It's not too cool to care, you know? They don't look down on me for getting excited about things."

"Like what kinds of things...?"

"I dont know, the sunset, a picture, an artsy website. They can relate. They know what it's like to be stoked. They're not too good or too old. And then they have their own things that they get excited about...dancing or sports or music or whatever. They do them as much as possible not because they're going to get something for it, but because they really really love them."

alive today

guilt, sadness, love, beauty, shame, bliss, loneliness, jealousy, anger, anticipation, excitement, apprehension, contentment, loss, worry, annoyance, regret, embarrassment, fulfillment, friendship, uncertainty...

brain drain 3/14

I write for you. I write for people to see it. I write because sometimes, I don't know how to tell even my closest friends what I want them to know, but I need to say it. I write because I want people to see inside my head.

I write for them. I write to see who reads it. I write because people tell me they like it. I write because this is the one little thing I'm leaving behind. I write because I hope that someone somewhere reads it and understands. I write because I hope that someone relates and it makes them feel a little less alone.

But most of all, I write for me. I write because it calms me. I write because it always listens. I write because I don't want to forget. I write because I want to be able to go back and compare. I write in hopes that it will remind me not to make the same mistakes twice.

slip away

"Today, I told him, “You’re quite good. Why do you always play your guitar and sing alone in your room? Why don’t you go out and play for others?” He smiled and replied, “Because I’m playing for me. It’s my meditation - my escape.” MMT"

I didn't recognize the car, but it was there.

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