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Monday, January 18, 2010

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it is easy to lose a kite. it is easy to leave your wallet behind. it's easier to eat the chocolate bar on the table than to not eat it at all. growing up + old is easy. losing your childhood is easy. losing people along the way is easy. and it's easier to lose some faith than to will yourself to believe. nestles swiss milk. richest in cream. there are plenty of things to lose in this life. i lost 5 hamsters. i lost some hair. i lost a couple of friends. i made a couple more after. many of them still hang around, i find joy and comfort in these people. my table is full of gifts. i like to drink tea in the morning, and coffee in the afternoon. i started drinking coffee more, and i made new coffee friends. friends who drink coffee together have stuff to talk about in the afternoon. tea time, coffee time; whatever you call it. my childhood was awesome; i don't think i really lost it. a part of me is still the same me that i was 10 years ago.

"what is essential is invisible to the eye"
"now here is my secret, very simply: you can only see things clearly with your heart. what is essential is invisible to the eye."

don't count sheeps. don't count chickens. don't put your heart and your mind on the scales. don't count, don't measure. love is not to be measured, you can feel it if it is true. true love is unconditional. and i'm not even saying romantic love. my head is hurting. i must have lost too much sleep. sometimes i wish i could sleep and that time would stop ticking. but you must believe me when i say i'm true. don't count your sheeps, don't count your chickens. don't give up on me. i am only human. i walk around alone in order to keep my heart in check. everything is fine after a few good buys. i am not a doctor, i have no perfect remedies. but you can put your little head on my shoulder, i am a good listener. i am only human. i need to be alone.






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flavor of the week.


>>love lost/ the temper trap.
Our love was lost
In the rubble are all the things
That you've, you've been dreaming of
Keep me in mind When you're ready
I am here
To take you every time

i'd ♥ to try. . .


>> broun cafe.