i would like to turn my house upside down and have a carpeted ceiling and a fragile floor.

there are highways in my head
a series of routes and avenues
paths that start from all directions
but eventually lead towards you.

i'm thinking
this is not a season of writing from me. i can try hard. i try at 3am, i try when i pick up my guitar. Recently, it's just not the same. I miss it. Partly, because it is totally an emotional outlet. When i am frustrated, one of the first things i do is to attempt expressing it that way. Now i sort of can't hide myself in being a nice needy mess of emotions. I tend to come my guitar and paper first when i hurt, instead of Jesus. I'm not saying that channeling your emotions into something written is wrong; I'm saying bring them to God as well.

Never Bloom Again- The Perishers
ultra sad, but good.

"Wasn't the moon full last night?"-jasmine
"The moon was really full!"-eric
"Was it an extrrraa full moon then?"-jasmine

I had a wonderful time last night. For the majority of the summer i've been thinking that when i get my license, then the really awesome friend days will start pouring. I'm starting to realize that they're actually also happening right now. Eric, Josiah and I taped a multitue of photographs on Eric's wall with Jessica instructing us. It's simple things like that, I love.