safe.

uncertainties abound

yet feeling so sound

lost in a deep crowd

waiting to be found

you have the face 

that lights up the place

i return that gaze,

we cheat the maze

-end of poem

one day, he will come. 

when everything's blurry and shitty,

his face is all you need to get out of the hell hole. 

game over. 

 also, Six Flags. :)

gray area

not too hot, not too cold
not a coward, not too bold
a little sweet, a little sour
a tango of less and more

a lighter shade of black (thanks, John Oh)
white that's promoted a rank
sure. unsure. maybe.
sometimes but not likely

true. false.
who knows?

in the meantime, i love feathers and birds. :)

wait, it's Monday today right?

i don't know where i am.

let's start with that. my planner is packed and my nose bleeds every six hours.

peace out.