joe mac makes my day, for the day.
well him and you know who.
obviously the BEST kept secret around, haha.
-_-"

it's so corny.
but each day makes me want him more.
and I really hope he likes me.
maybe me prolonging it all only makes the tension worse.

maybe it's the space that's between us, is getting wider, and yet we don't even know it,
but it's contraction makes it harder. I catch myself in worlds that are even unknown to astronamers. Shady day surprises may seem to be what really could be a wonderful day, if I had let it to it's fullest potential.

But I'm am as I have alway was, afraid. Afraid to be let down over and over, and over again.
Repetition of sounds, words and thoughts all coming as one. Re-play conversations, just to make it right. But some things are just suppose to be spontaneous. Cause' if the end result is not what you, or I had imagined.. then there's thing called inadequacy that bites us in our ass.

Afraid to look stupid, as most are programmed.

I speak in poetry, because I actaully care. I speak in free verse because I rebel against objections that lets me express waht I want to in ways that I want.

Fluid lines of word vomit making sense to your tastes buds.





I actually think I'm quite bland and boring, and in the end no one remembers me becasue I don't really go for it, you know? I don't make that extra move just to put myself out there.
I do a lot of stuff, but what's my prize?

I do a lot of things that goes un-recognized.



that, or people just don't like me.


Why do I say this? Because it seems to me people only remember the people I was with and not me. It happens I guess, and I'm use to it?

fuck.