In a place where i can admit it without judgement or prejudice… Dude i’m soo buzzed.. Or wasted. Let’s wait a couple more drinks.
Memories of a friend. This is the only thing I have of you. The only thing I could share with the world. You were an artist. Not just with a flow of your hands, it was the very being of you. Yes you were a tortured soul. It’s so you that you have to embody the stereotypical definition of the word. It’s the melodramatic diva in you.
You weren’t alone in this world. I wish I could have told you that. I wished I had the chance to.
I miss you.
Bought Bogs a new bed… Guess he doesn’t like it!! LoL
Lucas AB2 Lens, Blanko Freedom13 Film, Tasty Pop Flash, Taken with Hipstamatic
“But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
….
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
…”
the grass is greener…
you know what they say.. the grass is greener somewhere else.. or some such shit.
that’s how i feel most of the time. my life is boring. and yes i admit sometimes it’s by choice. and other times i regret it. i look at other peoples lives and be envious about it.
i envy people who have traveled. who can actually travel alone. (going to the philippines is not counted since that was my home since birth). but going to peru. or australia. or europe! i’ve never been to those places and i really wish i can go.
sometimes i hate the practical side of me. being logical. i can’t go because there’s no way i can go alone. do you know how dangerous it is to travel alone? i’ve seen locked up in abroad. i know what can happen. i’ve heard stories.
but sometimes i can’t help but wonder what if my life is different. if i’m different?
my life could be awesome… or i can land in jail. either way. life would be a bit more exciting.
to have an adventure
okay, i’ll be honest and say i’m not much of a planner. i hate planning. i have to be in the mood to plan. i especially hate planning a trip. i hate making itineraries. i’m more of whatever goes kind of gal. i like easy way outs. i can book a plane. find a place to stay. and see what happens. i like routine. i like doing what is familiar. so yeah my life is boring because of it but it is safe. i like it that way.
…most of the time.
i have the opportunity to have an adventure but i’m scared. i’m scared of the unknown.
damn it. so should i do it? what’s the worse that can happen?
sadness felt for losing someone. feeling for the people left behind.
incredible how even if that person is only passing through my life, they still touched me profoundly.
you’re in His loving embrace now Ed. thank you for touching my life.
