I know you read this so... Yeah...
I saw the video posts. So nostalgic, circa 1 year ago...
No regrets. No reservations. No expectations.
Just know, I'm thinking about you.
Maybe some regret. But not the way you think.
I don't have a jar, and I'm not collecting hearts.
I'm not out to hurt anybody.
I hope you know that.
I've said "Fuck" today so many times...
With fear, excitement, longing, nervousness, guilt.
I don't know what I'm doing or thinking or feeling.
Fuck.
But here i am all alone, the lights turned down to low
With the room - cold and crisp, bathed in a comforting glow
As sleep evades my soul, I think of you tonight
And when I close my eyes, It's you I see in that dim light
Smile and Good Night
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Sometimes I have things that I want to say. Nothing fancy or elaborate... Usually just thoughts I want to get off my chest. Verbal Diarrhea. Flowery expressions of a tensed mind looking for a release valve. Trappings of a often too insecure young man with a clangking keyboard and time on his hands... These words are half jest and full heart, not to be taken too seriously... but understood in context of hot coffee cups and rainy sunday afternoons.
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