Detachment From The Couch.

A little bug on the edge of sunshine.
I just want to get on my bicycle and ride through the city.
I want to lie in the park and read some of these books.
I've been slacking on my responsibilities.
And my desires.


There is an odd beauty outside your window that can give an inspiration no matter what your medium.


I took this picture.
It's nothing special.

Knowing That There's More You Need Yet Lost On Where It Might Be.

I feel really pretty tonight. Beautiful I might dare say.
Rare has been this feeling. When it does come tho, there seems to not be anyone around to notice.

Another long weekend.
Not sure what it is I'm expecting to get from all these interactions.
I just know I've enjoyed having you around.

I haven't felt like myself much recently.
This hasn't been much of a bad thing.
The music was refreshing.

I rode my bike up the street and gave my phone number to a stranger just to get an international phone card.
I called Cairo 3 times. 3 different voices answered each attempt. None of them were who i was trying for. Didn't matter tho... It wasn't like they could hear my voice anyway...

I want to be there. I'm beginning to believe it'll never happen.

This is what happens when I don't draw. What am I doing!?

I want your body close to mine. Nothing sexual, I promise. I can see a warmth in you and I just want your company. Nothing more.
It's what I think I might need right now.

Why did I just write this?