cyanidegrin

I guess I need to stop lingering and start paying more attention to this journal and also talking to more of you all. But it's so much easier to be a voyeur. I find that true in life in some ways though. Although I found that just watching gets boring after a while.

"Yep I'm rambling again"

This past week has been good I supposed. I met a girl that seemed famliar and is extraordinarily diggin'. Only to find out that why she is famliar is because she is the sister of someone that I can not tolerate(long story short - he used to be my roommate and owes me a pretty penny)

Any way before I start babbling again and before the sun comes up it's time for the stupid poem section of my journal.

Hello. I didn't notice that you were there
I often like to look off and stare
Excuse me a moment while I dream
For you see, there I stitch my own seem
My hand caresses your soft skin
The mind floods with such colorful sin
In the clouds were I float
I trigger the next sequence by remote
My eyes open and there you sit without a peep
And I wonder how long I was asleep
Where am I? I can't remember where
Hello. I didn't notice that you were there