hhmmmmm

i wish i could entertain these feelings, these emotions and give them there
own playgroud.. i wanna go draw. sit by myself for a minute, put on a good record. draw. lifes a playground. my head the same, my heart the same, my mind a little different. contemplating, escaping, dreaming of coarse. i wanna go to a high mountain and screaaaam random phrases from it, where you echo echo echo. im getting over being sick, ready for the newcoming, head first. ive been trying to write to myself, but they jsut end up in little pictures of birds always singing. faces that arent real, imaginary places, imaginary faces.. ive been high ive been low, where to now? thinking of the things that make me smile like, baby faces, and bagels, and trips, not the least but spontaneity.. clouds and out of focus sky's. really get me going, like trying to decipher license plates i really get something out of. man o man. good friday..