Time. What a tricky little fucker. 

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, 

to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. 

-Bob Dylan

The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams. 

"Then came human beings, they wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to"

Camus

We've been in the rain, we've been on the mountain, we've been 'round the fire

I kissed your dry lips, we jumped off the high cliffs and splashed down below, skin to skin, in the salty river

Read books to each other, read the mind of the other, flew a thousand jets

We laughed and we cried, at movies and real life, and our ridiculous bets. We pressed against back doors and wooden floors, and you never faked it

And frequently, we ignored our love, but we could never mistake it

We met on the front porch, fell in love on the phone, without the physical wreck

You gave me the necklace that used to hang around your mother's neck

We stood by the ocean, turned our hearts into one. We laid in bed all day. Heeey

We skipped on the sidewalk, skipped stones on the water. We skipped town

We've seen the sunrise with new eyes. We've seen the damage of gossip and true lies. We've seen the sun go down

Had passionate makeouts, and passionate freakouts. We built this world of our own

It was in the back of a taxi, when you told me you loved me, and that I wasn't alone

-Ben Kweller

FOREVER IDOL

Thirteen or Twenty One

Nothing Gold Can Stay


Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost

Everyone seems normal until you get to know them

IS IT WINTER OR IS IT SUMMER?

Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get vilified. Get vile. Get romantic. Get fucked. Get moving. Get productive. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing something. Anything. 
Because before you know it you're 40 with kids, a mortgage, and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second. 
So before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you loose your sense of humor...
Fight. 
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get, the less you will. So yes, grow up, because bitching and whining and worry never made anything better. 

Wild unknown country, where I could not go wrong

We carry things inside that no one else can see,

the hold us down like anchors, 

they drown us out at sea.

I'm Doctor Jekyll, I'm Mister Hyde, I'm the Vat full of formaldehyde

And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact. Forgive me, for I have tried love and everything else, and neither seems to be enough. The rarefied atmosphere that comes with the beginning of love, the first moments of sadness slip out the window. And between the moments hangs a dark and heavy difference. The difference drifts away as moments add up. I will wait in my bedroom as I did before, a thought ajar, and you will slip into my room like a white tiger. I live by the ocean and during the night I dive into it, down to the bottom underneath all currents and drop my anchor.

It’s the opposite of disappearing.

That’s the trouble with silence. Just to utter a single word would be to destroy the delicate fluency of silence. So many words get lost; they leave the mouth and loose their courage. Wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing from the past. The oldest feeling in the world might have simply been confusion.

I wish we could have met when we were young, when we didn’t know disappointment. That way, we couldn’t remind each other of it. We stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love. I want to remember how it feels to say nothing together, to hold hands. My heart takes the beat, then something else. Nudges it. Alive again.

(These are a few of my favorite things. Spell clothing and accessories)

How pleasant would it be to take a walk here on a crisp morning with this dog. 

Vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche.

 

Be brave, don't be the one who got away, fight fiercely, keep your hair messy and your room tidy.