I’m at a Starbucks and the rain is falling and my coffee isn’t quite as hot as I wanted it to be. I went to another coffee shop before this. They turned the lights on bright, ruined the mood. I don’t understand why people fight the rain. When I lived…
do you shift in impermanence like i shift inside when i see you with another woman?
everyone is suffering in their own way. embrace your own instead of running into the illusion of someone else’s life.
becoming one with the sunset. becoming one with the old trees, born in the dirt, made of the wreckage of older trees. becoming one with the cool breeze of spring. becoming one with the autumn leaves, still on the ground, defiant as they are deaf. becoming one with the fire….
I played guitar by the fire as it rained outside. We drank wine and two friends listened to my songs. And she drew and he sang. And it meant a lot. Thank you rain. Thank you darkness. Thank you red wine. Thank you song. Thank you god. Thank you all.
Write through the sadness because this is just part of the river of life. Keep floating under the sunshine. Things beneath the water are there for a reason, and if they’re not, there’s nothing you can now do. Dry your tears in the sun. You can cry on the beach…
Walking on a fine gravel path, ivy to my left, green all around. It’s summer but somehow cool. Women and money and all these things. Being male is being a slave whether you know it or not. I was born this way. These days I wake up surprised I’m still…
tired. drunk. stuck in a tiny room. fear of death so intense it goes away. “baby, he’s got to be crazy.” bus ride home. dumb jealousy, i guess who knows what anyone else really thinks
by hurting myself I’m getting closer to god
Everyone’s fucking other people Everyone’s lying in bed alone Everyone’s got problems Everyone feels unique Everyone feels