A lot
I'd like to meet:
I think i’m cured.. in fact i’m sure of it.. thank you for your theraputic smile.
Now i know i dont have to worry.. because he’s got my back..and everytime i feel like crying.. he tries to make me laugh. but if he can’t.. when it just hurts to bad we wait for it to pass. He keeps me company durring those days so long and black.
we keep working on that problem.. the one we’ll never solve. Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
Music:
Everything.I like to DANCE
Movies:
Orange County
Dead Poet Society
Books:
A Tree Grows In Brooklyn
"Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time. That is the life of men."
- Zora Neale Hurston
