i like you so much

i like you so much i'd smell atreyu's bum for you... but just don't post it on facebook


...heh ok morgan <3

the girl from barcelona...

We had an unspoken respect and understanding. We each had our own schedules in the day time: she would work and I would ride my bike until supper time. Sometimes I’d come back early and we’d go on long walks together. I loved watching her. There was a quirky charm about her that I found comforting.

I was wearing a pink jumper the day that she told me her life story… I still think that pink and brown look great together. I would sit on the floor as she puttered about around me. Party because I was lazy, but also because I liked how she towered over me. She was a tall kind of woman, with a bold, strong character to back her up. Her smile was infectious and her laughter, contagious. Sitting on the floor of her kitchen, I listened to her story. She ran back and forth from her kitchen to her bathroom as I asked a hundred and one questions. I watched her obsessively clean her counters and she’d mumble things like “I hate dirty sinks” under her breath while scrubbing. When she made a run to the cleaning supply closet, I jolted to my feet and poured my mug of tea all over her sink and counter then plopped myself back to where I was. When she came back, I could hardly hold in my laughter. She called me her Little Bug and ruffled my hair. I don’t remember why or how I became her Little Bug but I was, and I am to this day.

That night we sat and watched James Bond movies back to back. We listened to the train roll by and played card games. That night loops over in our minds. Every time we meet, we sing one line from a song I bet neither of us remembers, but it went “…the girl from Barcelona…”

fast car

i woke up wanting to make sure you're ok. are you ok? oh you are. shoot. i mean, no wait, that's a good thing. cuz i think about you a lot. i guess it's good that you're good, right? *sigh*

and then she kissed my lips and inhaled my chosen path. traced my past with little care. disregard for back then... cuz... like... who the fuck cares, right?

five hours of ani difranco really can make everything better. so can pulling off the road to... readjust. speeding into darkness, leaving whatever we want behind, pulling our future dreams - - - trailing - - - stuck to the bumper's of experience.

i think about you a lot. i'm happy you're ok. i'm happy you're ok. i'm happy you're ok. i think about you a lot.

tomorrow's car ride

You're a good kid on the right train track. Your struggles are temporary and your love is infinite. Your expenses are disposable and you're meant for greatness. We can all change the world with the most modest of grandeur and with the largest baby steps... anyone who tells you different is a fucking lethargic devil.

You emit an energy that tells me that you will never stop - trying - pushing - changing. Drown or float? You will float, my friend.

One day you will unclench those fists and pace your breathing. One day it will all change for you.