ErringInLife

First thing I do in the morning is think about you,

Thinking how wonderful it’d be to see your beautiful sleeping face,

I’d look with absolute bliss,

Imagining for a time where there would be such a case,

Yearning for you on borderline obsession,

Holding on to you with the sweetest of sensations,

All those imperfections, I’ll accept it all,

Feelings that go to the depths of an endless fall,

Falling with hopes I’ll reach,

That with the sincerest of hearts,

She’s on my mind,

Literally all the time,

I find myself here,

Wanting to be there,

Holding her in my arms,

Protecting her from all the harm,

This dire need,

She’s planted the seed,

On an endless track thinking about this girl everyday,

Looking to reach a place that seems so far far away,

But one day surely i may,

When she’ll see how we’re meant to be,

Watching the world pass by,

In a blink of an eye,

Caught frozen in time,

ticking all the while,

attaining a certain smile,

briefly removed from the habitual guile,

gently warming and so familiar,

Waking up, turning on my bedside, 

Thoughts running wild as they always do, 

seems to be always a bit restless, 

still wondering, pondering, where’s that sweet love of mine, 

to calm the waves of my relentless yearning, 

Despises corporatism and greed, income disparity

Believes in equality

Abhors discrimination and racism

Wishes for more compassion and understanding

Dreams of saving the world from all the pain and suffering

Disillusioned, back to insignifance

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”

Over the past month or so, I met this pretty cool person. I met him when I moved into my new apartment. He’s my next door neighbor. Which is pretty awesome. We got along and became friends pretty quickly. We have a lot in common in terms of what we like and the issues we’re dealing with. He’s the first friend I’ve had where I can be completely honest with about nearly everything, more so than any other friend I’ve had. Struggling with anxiety and depression as I do. Finally, I didn’t feel so alone. Seems though, he’s had it rough. He moved here because of his girlfriend, however that relationship didn’t end well and so he was left here stuck with the lease. 

“this place is wrong. I know it. More than ever. The problem is, the Town is perfectly wrong. Every last thing is skewed, so that the total distortion is seamless. It’s a whole . . . The town is sealed, . . . like this. That’s why the longer you stay in here, the more you get to thinking things are normal. You begin to doubt your judgement. You get what I’m saying?”

“I can never say what I want to say . . . it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words — the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can't catch her . . . Does this make any sense to you?”

“Everybody feels like that to some extent . . . They’re trying to express themselves and it bothers them when they can’t get it right.”