July 25th 2009

Journal entry from.. July 25th 2009

I want to see Rhode Island. Who's going to take me to see it?

I wonder if the stars are the same everywhere you go.

I wonder...

I wonder where I'm going to end.
And I wonder.. who will be with me.

Death.. is always looming. I don't think about it often, but I do. It's like a myth almost. It's like a magical thing. People disappearing. All over, death doesn't discriminate.

When I dream of the future, I don't see here. I'm always away from here. Away in perfect places with perfect people. I guess that's why its dreaming.

I need to make my future. Stop trying to find it.




Choose.




Love is coming home.