ready for m.i.a.

the difference between being surrounded by love and feeling loved is both immeasurable and potentially deadly.

I love lamp

another year, another boring entry about how much I love spring.

driving today, windows down, listening to Probot at about 18.

rockin out.

soaking in it.

I climb up on the roof of my house with my guitar and just sit in the sun and play.

soaking it in.

bike rides promised. looking forward - anxiously.

draped all over by the sun. we are children of the sun. we are all it's legacy.

i love living, re-birth, ready to live lovin.

soaked.

jrd

I always looked up to the ones who walked away
Choosing themselves over preset ways
Of looking at a future that had no room
For the questions they lived for.

Always knew I could have walked away myself
My self worth was beyond any help
And I didn't care to test it against
The rejection I had seen before.

But those I loved so much, they underwent a change,
They're working forty hours, they got caught in the game.

Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
They're always there on time
We're never satisfied like junkies running dry.

This wonderful generosity
A third of our lives to do what we please
Doesn't look that great to me,
In fact it doesn't even look fair.
They call it youthful idealism
And even I would have to agree with them
Except some of us grow up, and it's still there.

I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go . . .
But now I'm working, just like everyone else,
But I'll get out of here.