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<< 8:08 p.m. - Thursday, Oct. 27, 2005 >>
�What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me�

Neutral Milk Hotel � In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

I�ve been walking so much. I�ve been traversing this city with my clich�d black converse shoes that are absolutely killing my feet. But fuck it man, I�m still walking. I�m still thinking, and most of all, I know things are gonna be alright. This settled feeling in my stomach; I don�t knot if I�ve ever had it before. That checklist I talked about - it still matters, but not so much. Not to a point where I can�t be happy when if I�m not working on it.

Stranger still, is the lessening of need for solid answers. There is no mire ahead of me, no swamp of emotion that wells up to my eyeballs whenever I make a move. Ahh. There really isn�t much to say, I�m good, I�m semi solid, and all I can do is talk about it.