on france and seperation

so i got back from france a week ago. i miss it. i want to live there (i will). i stayed with a french family for five days and two of those days i went to french school. french boys are crazy. they would follow me around saying that i was beautiful and that they wanted to fuck me. i don't really get attention like that back home, so it was interesting.

but then there was benjamin. he spoke almost fluent english. he was (is) my friend. he might be my pen pal. i'm still waiting for his letter. but i know he'll write. if you know me you know that i get really attached to people. and so it was with benjamin. and now i'm back in seattle and he's in lyon. i miss him so much. man, you don't even know. well, you probably do. have you ever missed someone horribly? when i go to bed at night i tell him good morning, and when i wake up in the morning i tell him goodnight. i hope i'll see him again. (i will).

i'll be getting my pictures back soon and when i get them i'll post some up here and tell you stories.

slipping away

i awoke and it the morning was grey like usual. the light was flooding into my eyes and the triangles spun around in the back of my eyes. you were out there somewhere. you were out there somewhere and your morning was grey, you were out there somewhere lying in a bed or maybe on the floor or on the street. and we walked down two different streets, we needed to get where we were supposed to be. we were holding our hands to our ears against the worlds deafening noise. we were lonely, lonely. but someday we will be at the same place at the same time and we will join our hands and voices together and we will be one. i can see us. i am blue and you are yellow and together we are fresh and green. when we find each other we will know. and it will be perfect. we will be perfect. we will go to all the art shows and the concerts, all the readings and the openings. you will listen to me and i will listen to you and we will pass the rest of the world by...