August 05, 2009 - 3:38 a.m.
my heart longs, drinks and goes to sentimental ways as it does and stretches to be ok
things change so i am broken for a little bit
as they say.. time heals.. or something else happens
ended up leaving a bit of a mess before a doorstep while thinking of another
my brain becomes more formiable i awoke with that word formiable - it isn't actually a word but could be - right? why not? it makes complete sense to me i awoke some other morning and knew exactly where it could fit in my life it is me- adaptable , existence, resilience, trying not to be hurt. exist all the while, want things to mean something. a few weeks ago i had a dream with a scientist asking the purpose of love and his response was ethos
still questioning
the purpose?
