having seaweed rub against u when ur swimming in the ocean is like having satan slowly caress ur legs and toes while smiling creepily at u and whispering “mayonnaise”
Three Diet Cokes later, and I've quickened my pace.
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
..and I also have nature and art and poetry, and if that isn’t enough, what is?
Follow the footprints
still shining wet on the floor
to you in the bed.
I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand. But it will only be because of the weather or the flu or one of my moods… Not because I love you less. Please remember that.
People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.