been writing in the real journal lately. paper and ink.
I have to ask myself, howd you get yourself turned so inside out?
this city feels like a lull.
in weather, in love, in time, in life.
'all you sensetive thugs need hugs'.
i can love you in hour increments.
i can give/take all your problems back/away.
i want to be bright enough to blind you.think of all the love i have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up.
dream fast. wish hard.
truefuckinglove.
