I don't know;;;;

what
do
I want +

Taking you by the hand with the most excited look of anticipation, let me tell you let me tell you what is going to happen what is happening what happiness means what knowing what you want means how there is no such thing why we couldn't possibly know when making these agreements for the first time, i wonder how many of us go through our lives never finding out and if there were a measuring tool where i would fall on the scale of not knowing anything,

would i be more than a thermometer sinking into a bottomless ocean,

let me tell you things neither of us will ever understand while we're both inclined to think we are more right than the other, maybe argue a little, debate these views, undress verbally and physically, or redress, red dress, blue dress,

tip toes through this story, eyes lips on fire, ice cold hands.

Reverse

i suppose there are people who never feel happy
as there are people who never
have children, fall in love, find themselves, overcome their fears or stop feeling shame and regret for the mistakes they made that made them who they are and learn to forgive themselves
and i wonder if there is a secret to their unhappiness

Happy pills; happy fills

Even when you're the most dissatisfied
things like
turning around to find

even your cleaning lady is a boss

Money ≠ happiness

Clearly;
People who claim money cannot bring happiness
have never had any


or spent it wrong

Victorious with nothing to show for it

You may know happiness better than I ever will
that's not stopping me from feeling up her girly parts
temptation embodied, twice
doors I don't hold keys to;
locks that aren't

I dare you to make this day more worth living than today.

I could be free

I am free.




I forget the option of running away.


I forget not caring, indifference, truth, honesty, contentment, joy, your voice and the words you've spoken.

I forget.




When I remember, sometimes, when morning hours creep around the corner; I remember, I am relieved, I breathe again.

I remember you and I remember thoughts, dreams; I remember the wall I'm supposed to climb... when I'd much rather stay in bed.

Wall of sound

I miss this; if you're part of this, then it'd only be fair to admit I miss you too, occasionally, for brief moments. The way the chords of an acoustic guitar reproduce with my soul, like when you poke fun at me and find the weak spot and I wonder if you know, if you know, do you know. Do you not realize.

You play the piano and you whisper words and when you are quiet there is nothing. I worship you in the silence of that nothingness, the nothing that is everything that it consumes. What I say means nothing, unless they are the words I try to keep from you to prolong whatever we have now.

But you don't know about the violins, they weep when you're gone and compose in your name. The violins that laugh in your presence. The laughter covers everything, blinds my vision and certainly I'll never see enough, if I'm looking in the wrong direction. If it's dark I'll still hear you breathe, are you still there, are you there, you're there, you're close but you're far away; enough just enough.

Excitement I thought I'd never feel again, but I'm still doing it upside-down and I think I'm happy. I'm glad. I'm content.

Anything lasting forever might be terrible

Making room for a certain someone from time to time is one of the best things I know, if not the best. We must explore our limits so that we will hopefully at least someday know some of what we don't know about ourselves, if it's too difficult to get to know who we are entirely. I'm trying not to destroy others in the process. ////

Tears of joy, tears worn proudly

Even when it's mostly a fuck-up, it's much better than I expected and I didn't use a dictionary to achieve it. I'm sorry I didn't learn all the obvious shit I was supposed to, but I promise I've learned it now! 70 points and I'm getting there.