but sometimes the need to say something is there anyway.

the blue mood has passed; other colors are mixing in and the pure blue that was is muddied now, and gritty around the edges.

i want to walk somewhere with someone who doesn't need to listen, who sees things i don't drag out and lay before his eyes.

ben said once that people see what you want them to, but more often they see what they want to see, the veneer you gloss on every morning and their own reflection in it. it's rare to find someone who looks long and sweet enough that his eyes adjust to the darkness behind and reality becomes the predominant face.

i dunno what i'm talking about. i need food or something.