Tuesday, July 31, 2007

struggling to find the connecting words.

it's like the last part of something big. the magic moment.

there is a priest in our church who has secrets in his eyes.

I'm never okay with being me.

this is all supposed to read profound but I guess you never really got it. or atleast took it the wrong way.

I am looking forward to being healed in new york. the dirty elegance the city holds under layers of musty grime. like a medical leave to neverland. the mental healing all just comes in the travel package.

I want to kill my self image.