Sometimes we get lost. Sometimes we forget which way is up and which way is down. Sometimes we lay still but the rest of the world keeps moving. Sometimes we lose. Sometimes we regret. Sometimes we know we are going to regret, but we do it anyways. Sometimes we lose ourselves. Sometimes we find ourselves. But sometimes we don't. Sometimes could be all the time. Sometimes could be never. Sometimes could merely just be sometimes. But sometimes, we just don't understand. Sometimes we want to run. Sometimes we want to stay. Sometimes we want to watch. Sometimes we want to be. Sometimes we want to hate. Sometimes we want to love. Sometimes we want to chase. Sometimes we want to explode. Sometimes we want to cry. Sometimes we want to laugh. Sometimes we want to scream. Sometimes we want to lose our voice boxes. Sometimes we want light. Sometimes we want dark. Sometimes we want space. But sometimes we want to be suffocated. Sometimes we desire. Sometimes we need. Sometimes we can't breathe. Sometimes we can't see. Sometimes we can't feel. Sometimes we can't go on. Sometimes all we can do is go on. Sometimes we don't want to feel. Sometimes we feel too much. Sometimes we just don't know how to. Sometimes we just need to let go.

Her.

Legendary

Thankfuls (5/14/10)
- Waking up late
- Not doing anything in my classes
- Clean clothes
- Sketch book
- Bon Iver
- Passion Pit
- A good afternoon with Taylor
- Quesadillas
- Kisses for no reason

I'm sorry to everyone I've neglected and ignored. None of you deserved it, and it wasn't fair to you. I wish I had the balls to say this to all of your faces. Over the months I have accumulated countless excuses, but the truth is I've been selfish. And I'm sorry. These are words long since kept unsaid.. but I need them out there. They've been eating at me, but I'm afraid.

It's all happening again.

I can't do this again.

What to do..

CREATE
A WORLD
MORE BEAUTIFUL

I slip in and out of sleep as she drifts in and out of my dreams; not my dreams, my reality. But referring to it as my dreams seems quite accurate, for what I live every day is the equivalent of another's dreams. The security, the comfort, the love that I feel everyday of my life is what some wish and long for. I suppose you could say I'm slightly lucky. No, you could very accurately say that I am VERY lucky. Waking up to your lover's beautiful face every morning is nothing short of a blessing, and falling asleep in her warm embrace is nothing less than a fantasy. She is what keeps me going from day to day. She is why I am constantly in awe of the opportunities of life. She is why I can live happily. Knowing that regardless of what happens in the hours of my day, I will have her in the last of them. Knowing that no matter how stupid, ridiculous, irrational and selfish I act, she will love me in the morning. She has made my life a constant dreaming state, and I will never let it fade away.

Alaska. I want to go there. I want to live freely in the crisp Alaskan air. I want to feel the burn of snow on my bare skin. I want to see the heat of my breath through every hour of the day. I want to see the eagles slice the pure air over head. I want to climb to the peak of the cloud penetrating mountains that linger in the distance. I want to live, breathe and sleep Alaska.