You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Friday, April 23, 2010

I played my guitar and sung at open mic night tonight.

I did absolutely terrible
on every single song I performed
except the one I wrote about you.
i sang it perfectly.

I hate you.

But I mostly hate that you inspire me.





it has been so long since I have been inspired


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