some truths

want to get home and write out these thoughts
type down these thoughts...
addicted to the bliss of Eire
our dreamworld, unreal world
Now. I am here no longer in the world I can touch
but rather in one I can only feel.
and it is real to only me.

Danielle, perpetual asher, & lungs full of smoke.

I realize you can't be friends with everyone, but I will continue to try.

"the few times we've met, though brief, left me very curious and bewildered by you and i wish to pursue our acquaintance"

cider and caffeine and free
anxious love, facilitate nicotine
inhaled in lung, hard to breathe
love or smoke?

and i'm home in a home where no one's ever home
and the one who was my home left me
and then left the country
and i look at you and i know why we're friends
we're lonely, lonely, lonelilly
and we're holding each other
but we're lonely

and i think and i dream
and i know you're not the one for me
but you were the one for me
and who can say why we do what we do
or want what we want
or say what we say
i guess it just depends on the day