i know you miss me without you saying a word- your lifestyle shows it because it isnt half as good as it was with me.

"and yeah. i'm doing well," i would say if you ever asked, "but i still remember you."
good ties/times.

compassion for the people that mow grass for a living during winter,
compassion for the snowblowers that fight to get temporary jobs during the summer.
helping to be helped, not to actually help them.
the way "how are you"s always turn into it being about the person that asked. how they are. and on and on.
one plus one can sometimes equal a negative answer.
the way maps dont really take you anywhere you want to go.
understanding you're not ink on a paper but you ARE just a statistic-
unless you stand out.
and sometimes even then you're still just a statistic.

i like being related to, not relationships. at least not any i've seen yet. i like to read, but not reading into things. but i still do.

six feet under buried in the back of my mind, scratching the surface does not equal scratching the lid of your coffin.

fuck. maybe we are meant to take our time. eachothers.

i dont even know who this is to. just random thoughts i have in my head. thank you for reading them.