in loving memory of

how would you like to relive the memories of your past every single day?

i miss alot of things of the past. how people drift. how the fabric of reality tears. how the cookie crumbles.

i used to think i knew where i was going, i used to think i was confident of my direction, confident of myself. now im just another mortal pushed around by the faceless crowds, into the unknown. now im just another follower trying to hit it out alone.

where are my pillars? where is my support? what used to be, what never will. where are you now, as im swimming through the stereo? am i becoming a cacophony rather than a symphony of sound?

i think ill go to boston.

i like the way how everything im saying sounds so literary and cheem. goes to show ns doesnt make people dumb, ha.

actually its all pretty simple. its 1:06am, and im tired, and im rambling.

morning brings out the reluctant genius in me.

the funny thing is, tomorrow morning (or later this morning) ill look out this post and go, huh? what in the world was i talking about?

ha ha.