it's too much to feel

two methods of being: food/water/sleep or conversation/liquor/smokes, they both work.
guess which one i like better.

kick push coast

i need to say things to you i need to talk to you i have to i can think it but i can't say it but maybe there's nothing to say or i don't know how to say it or i can't, i'll just sit and listen sit and listen watch think wish

'be in love with your life every detail of it'

maybe i'm going places, but what i love the most is bikes and the music you play for me and the sentences you string together
we've sort of all infiltrated each other's lives, and i think it's making something weaving something and when someone pulls we all feel it, too hard and everything is out of balance but not enough and we wonder if you're still there. oh and you are all beautiful.

will you sleep tonight

sometimes people tell me "someone always has it worse off" which is a silly thing to say because you'll find people who are the worst at some things, or so mediocre at everything, or so mediocre at a few things. i don't know why but lately i rank everything i do and am among others which is terrible because i always find i am low or lower or don't want to think about it but i seem to have no choice (i do, i just like to think i don't). and then i think and see and you rub in my face all the things i lose because of mediocrity and then i hate that i even think of this but i also hate to think that things might come to me i will go get them and snatch them all up = "mediocrity doesn't mean average intelligence, it means an average intelligence that resents and envies its betters" oh boy, i thought i try my best i don't because if i really wanted -


and i will just string mediocre sentences together and float

the night i was born

i don't need any of you, then (and the fact i have to state, to reassure myself of this fact might make you want to question its validity. currently, i believe it.)
but in any case he'll be the death of me (but only maybe, i hope you feel it's wrong)