 |
||||
|
|
i'm confused. as i sat there in deep thought, you interupted it with something simple and sweet. but ever since that, i've been thinking, i've been thinking... i think too much. which makes the whole thing even more fucked up. i keep mixing things up, i don't know why i do it. i push and pull and then the elastic breaks and the beads fall onto the floor. i want to be young, i want to remain young. i want to be old and i want to tell stories on how i didn't make the same mistakes they all did. i want to take responsibilities for my actions. but i want to know why i came to this. on the phone i kept asking why, without saying the word. i think i need to be simple. i think i need to live a simple life. this might lead to a more positive life. i'm learning things from people i never thought i'd learn anything from. i'm tempted to take a vow of silence to make this happen more often. i can think too much, i can read too much, i can talk too much. but the people who will always be smarter than me, don't need to do any of those things to know. i think i'm slowly getting off my high horse. |
|||
