let’s add today’s yoga instructor to the list of jerks that force me to have thoughts about you. . .
this was the first song that played today in yoga class. I was genuinely excited. then came the thoughts of her. they were pleasant.
Category: love
Nothing Can Change This Love
It’s a Sam Cooke kind of morning… All sorts of thoughts and feels
Make me weep
And you can make me cry
See me coming
And you can pass me by
But honey, nothing, nothing can ever change this love I have for you
Precursor
Still thinkin bout you. Still can’t quite grasp as to why this continues to take place
Insanity awaits. Lurking at every corner. Masking itself in every thought
you. You. YOU! I can’t seem to escape. Certainly nothing to embrace
Zero contact. I gain nothing from refrain. I gain nothing in exchanges. Lose-lose-lose.
How can it be that everything changes while everything stays the same?
Universal Magnetic
Seems like whenever we talk (face to face STOP! *breaks it down to Daft Punk* ok. Ummm. Or on the phone), WE TALK! We get calm and comfortable and we seem to want to talk about everything. Like we are being pulled together [to.get.her] by some force. We’ve always been perfect in moments. Longevity is the problem. Seems the universe won’t allow us to be great. Just in tiny spaces that are infinite. I cannot accept this. I will not. It’s not enough. Never was…
Mis sueños
What do all the dreams mean?
Are they just an outlet for the subconscious thanks to the internalizing of real/true emotions?
I have a lot of déjà vu, so can I expect a few of these visions to come to pass in reality?
Is it just because I’ve been thinkin about you more than a little bit lately? So, then these thoughts are manifesting a fantasy?
Are they just random and I’m placing too much significance on the theatre of the mind?
Perhaps I’ll find out soon. Or maybe I never will.
What I do know if I saw you in my dreams. We engaged. I felt myself relax. in a fucking dream my body in a sleeping state RELAXED! You have complete control of me. I hate this. After I felt this happen my mind was able to grasp that I was in a dream and I somehow forced myself to wake up. I was amazed when I awoke and knew what I did. I didn’t want my mind to fool me any longer. It’s not real. None of it is. Or maybe, just maybe, it will be and I don’t want to experience it twice. I would like for reality to surprise me. For once.
The Love…
Remember when we promised each other a proper goodbye?
That’ll never happen. We won’t ever do it. There is no goodbye to us. There is no real closure. We’ll end with an unfinished sentence. Halfway through the page. And we’ll be better off for it. There is no end to what we share(d).
Love.
(un)finished
I wish you knew the truth
I wish I could tell you how I really feel.
I wish I could rewrite history where We win
Can’t go back.
Can’t move forward.
Limbo.
Purgatory?
The book is about ready to close on our story.
Unfinished
So many unfinished stories
My library is filled with them
I keep starting
Never can seem to finish.
That’s how my story will end.
Just like all the others. . .
Beliefs.
I think the way people believe in god is the same as I believe in Love. I think that somes it all up.
The xx: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert
THEY DID SUNSET!!! I hope to get another chance to see them live after my last chance was squandered (I don’t regret not going, under the circumstances)
A Date With Bacon – Epic Meal Time
they were late with the upload yesterday but it’s ok. This is a definite top10 episode!
BananaClipse 