thinking

t h o u g h t s

Silly stuffs. Like wanting to have something you know you never can. Not that it's truly impossible, just it takes so much sacrafice, so much courage. Too much.

When I had nothing, I wanted something. Now I have that something, and all I want is more. It's a cliche, yes, I'm aware. But clich�s happen. Get over it.

I'm using a commie font to type this--the "i's" takle upt the same amount of space as the w's. Seems sorta unfair at first, but isn't it true that the w's are probably as important than i's in the long run? Bigger maybe isn't better. But you knew that already. bleeeehhhhh.

"i know where the car is parked, i know he isn't you."
gosh dang song's been in my head all day. not necessarily pure brilliance, but good at that. oh well. where is the justice, though. after all, someone could very well be the love of your life, but may not reciprocate the feeling at all. hmph. if someone has a good example of universal justice, it'd be highly appreciated if they'd show me the sucker. thanks.

here's an new attempt at a poem:

girl sitting at the window.
shouldn't be wandering
such harmless pursuits
such inconsequential reveries
it's all good

no one ever mentions
the pot holes riddling
the landscape of the soul
once in a while, it'd be nice.
especially for her

some dreamer, some poet
churning the witless lines
seems more strenuous than butter
but that's not of consequence.
should find something that is