Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My heart sinks everytime I stumble onto a hint. Things at this age never seem to get easier. Everyone at this point in time just seems to be a walking contradiction. It's rare to find someone who is well, simply true.


She's the most poetic person I know.


My neck feels like it needs to be cracked, popped, massaged. It's so stiff.

I'm afraid of what tomorrow brings. I love to plan out every detail and watch it all come into play. I like to dictate. I like to be the director. I like to take someone else's work and apply it to my nature but I'm always afraid something won't go according to plan. There will be a slip up. There will be some change. The main actors will be sick. The actress will get in an accident. The script rewrites will never be made.

It's a scary thought to know how it will all end.

I don't want to be a bitter battered man. I don't want to be afraid of love. I don't want to burn bridges. I don't want to bomb villages. I want to build cities. I want to ride trains.