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when it kicks in it hits hard. god its like this strange part of me that is so secretive and so beautiful that i really dont even try to explain myself anymore. but i know what it is and i suppose thats all that could be important.

is it our responsibility to share crazy stories as they happen? or can we really ever trust another person to remain interested?

maybe a person is to have their secrets and they are to grow within us hopefully as nutritious fruit and not as invasive weeds.

and i can see it, feel it, and still hear the rain fall as if it were yesterday. maybe i was crazier then. maybe i'm just learning to stay out of trouble.. but we rarely learn from such.

the tension was killer that day; both of those days. if only i had a friend to confide in. but this song reminds me of everything and i'll always have that. its that same song you hear when you are smoking a cigarette or having a moment in the backyard behind the party and you can still see in the window to the party inside.

you hang out with the moon for a minute and hang out with your thoughts.

you sort it out.




the places i have traveled are so delicious.

they are as colorful in my memories as the colors they showed when i first met them.