Merry Christmas

Christmas is always a little rough on me.
I’m aching for San Francisco.

Traveling with a heavy head

Normal people overwhelm me. People whose lives flow because they never looked for anything complicated. You know, those dull souls make me nervous. Maybe because I could just pursue something simpler. Or because I was surrounded by them at the airport today.
I tried to get on a plane with a bullet today.
They still frown upon that.

Oh ,December.

I think almost too often in past tense.

And it’s not because it’s nostalgia, it’s more of a …realization of how little I’ve done.
I’m sitting in this beautiful apartment, trying my hardest to remember how I even got through last year.

Because the past always speaks louder than what’s surrounding me. It shouts more, I guess. IT has been three years since I’ve seen you, Becca and it kills me how much I’ve let go since. Sometimes I think I hear your laugh, see your face, drink too much and think that you’re still alive.

And I think how I may be closer to the women who was the cause of it all. She may live down the street, across my window. She may be wrapped up in a thick blanket listening to Christmas music and baking for her grandchildren. Happy.

And it’s not fair, and I can’t blame anyone. But I’d like to say that I’m sorry I let you get away from me before I had the chance to tell you that you really did make me into the person I am now. The unproductive, quiet person. Because you always did the talking for me, just being around you made me look less wrapped up in my head. Because you knew that the past could choke our happiness. But you never let it.

And you’d be proud of me , that I’ve let my worries not effect my life. That I love my friends and have a passion for something larger than myself. That I too could be warm and happy.

You’re still twenty. And I can’t seem to begin to move my life somewhere whole.


It’s been three years since I last saw you.

Welcome back.

I'd like to go ahead and summarize a few things . I'm glad I am coming back to these people after a real tumultuous thanksgiving. That's family for you. SO here's to my family in San Francisco, and it feels real nice to be home.

I can't seem to cure these blues.

Stuck in my own glue
made my bed and laid in it
then dreamt of the moon

I'm a big fan of making lists.

Things I like :
hot coffee
kind bus drivers
good shoes
street performers
beautiful boys
people who get drunk and clean
hardcover books
dolphins
good storytellers
80s punk
anyone who can rock a pantsuit

Things I do not like:
losing buttons
new jersey
eggs

this is the worst rocktober ever .

Theres always seems to be something sewing it's way through my head.
And dear,
It's going to kill me.
Something has been weighing me down for days , and it's all too familiar.
But then again , I guess that happens when you're not attached to something beautiful. Or on the edge of something phenomenal.
And even though it's been awhile , you are exactly the same.
Except this time , I have already met you,
And you have already left me.
And I know I worry too much , but I have simply charmed enough souls to feel drained of any real human nature.
It's this silly little "used to" that's left me here.
And I can spend days tearing at the threads keeping whats left of my head together.
But you're already there and gone. And it's all too ghostly for my taste.