Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say. You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know" But I promise you this, I'll always look out for you. That's what I'll do.  My heart is yours. It's you that I hold on to. That's what I'll do. But I know I was wrong, And I won't let you down. Yeah I saw sparks

-Coldplay

 

Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail, the sound of wind escaping through the small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, your grandmother's music box,the music playing in your car stereo, the bubblegum stuck under desks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tangles in your lovers hair, sleepless night, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming our of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee you digest on a daily basis, silence, recyclable materials, trees.
No. Love is you, and I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

2011

Here's to 2011, to things I need to remember, and things I need to forget. 

Baby girl, you're never as alone as you think you are. You've got more people that love you than you know and nothing will ever change that. Blue to gray, grow up and blow away. 

So I cut off my hair and I rod straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. 

--Bob Dylan

You always have to realize that you're constantly...in the state of becoming, you know?

--Bob Dylan

     Old lost friends can be kind of like your appendix. At one point, they were probably really important to you, but over time your interaction with them decreased and eventually, while they still may be present on the periphery of your daily life, you can often forget they are even there. at that point, if they do force their way back into your life, it will be sudden, with pain and mess for everyone involved-and it all might lead to a possible explosion. 

     And ye stumbling sleepwalkers, you were not misinformed. But in these tongue-tied times, this is for the homeless hearts and anxious fingers. 

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin or your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love it to be vulnerable. 

--C.S. Lewis

 

I'll always be by your side, even when you're down and out. 

And while wanderlust may creep through bones, it's always nice to come back home. 

ROAM if you must, but come home when you've seen enough. 

Worse Things

“There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.”
 -Bukowski