July 4th 2000
My heart sings in the honda that plays all my strings. A thousand words flow from my emptiness as the tunes she plays for me, engulfs the clothes and fast food.
“I miss my love, like the deserts miss the rain; and I miss you”
Everything But The Girl
So tired of living and yet I feel like I have never lived my days to their fullest. My friend makes it complete. Somehow amidst all the madness I think everything will turn out aright. I love this feeling, like love. I could write forever with the inspiration spinning on her disc player.
Paradise beckons to me. Screaming sonnets out from some unknown place, while I live my life. I wish I could, but then it would be so organized. It always seems like like is so full of so many unexpected days. My heart feels most content in those moments, the ones I could never anticipate.
-B
