we put the fun in funeral

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

"we didnt care when dylan went electric"...

i leave for japan pretty soon. late tonight the moonlight carved its way into my room as though it was light as day. i was sitting here reading kerouac but not a story, just his journals- him writing about writing. i need to adventure. i need to hear your stories. to hear you singing the words back. to meet you. or else this is all worthless. a house filled with things that dont matter.


i worry that you wont be listening to the new songs and hanging on the new lines.
but youve never let me down before.

i miss you so much it hurts to think about.