yeah whatever....fuck that plan...I'm depressed...give it to me blah blah blah..

I'm gonna free fall into nothing..


I'm going to leave this world for awhile.

I meet an amazing girl....and she lives in Michigan.

"Help me
I think I'm falling
In love with you
Are you going to let me go there by myself?
That's such a lonely thing to do
Both of us flirting around
Flirting and flirting
Hurting too
We love our lovin'
But not like we love our freedom"

So after hanging out with Kayla Saturday night, I came home.

My two guy room mates "jamming" with booze running hard though there blood stream.

And really, I can't pass judgment because I was partaking in mind altering activities that night.

But I came home...and went in my room and put on the headphones..

And thought...

What the fuck has happened to ourselves?

I can remember a time, when I would go out to a friends house...we would sit around on the couch and just talk until sunlight came up.

Dreams and imagination. The boat. Photoshop. Nan's ants. The fucking passion of being in total lust and love. A 1000 blank white cards. Fire's on the lake.


I'm 20. This stuff. Didn't have to go away. This adventure into...something

So I called Kameron.

We ended up going to denny's and had a chat about this stuff.

And guess what....

I'm 20. I have a job. I have friend's in collage. I don't live at home anymore. People have worries and pretty much don't have the time to dream anymore....or at least it seems...am I wrong?

Is it wrong to dream

...and maybe...no, not maybe...Putting those dreams into action?

If we could just for one night.....

lay under clouds and talk