Now I’m drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys, it all gets reversed.
The sound of loneliness makes me happier.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only know your favorite color or flower, but when to offer words in your rage, or the strongest embrace when no words will do.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only work with you but for you. Work for your happiness when you’ve forgotten how to create it.. work for your smile when your lips won’t curve.
You, my dear, deserve a conscious lover that couldn’t imagine being anything else.
We ran out of gas, rolled up in neutral, waited for this van to pull out of a spot then pushed our van in. We surfed for hours till some friends brought us a few gallons of gas. I will never forget these days. Everything is an adventure, a test of your wit, and adds riches to your memory bank. The road and the times spent on it are the most meaningful. The things that I define myself by and that I dream of every night reflect my days without a home and without destination or a tangible end.