2003-04-07 - 9:23 a.m.

i try to imagine that i know you better than you know yourself, and we sit laughing over cigarettes. not because i need a friend, but because i need you.

your more of a person than i have ever met, and our eyes have never focused on each other. i dont feel sorry for you nor do i pity you when you shed tears, but my heart beats a little quicker when we talk and my mind dilates at possibilities.

forgive me for hoisting you on the pedestal you despise, but fuck...it isnt made of rock or granite, its my own bare shoulders, pasty white and not very stong. so stand tall because it hurts.

crazy? just maybe, but if i feel something, i am not going to ignore it, so you dont feel akward. you'd do the same. it feels as though i am unleashing this secret, maybe you dont feel the same, or maybe you'll ignore it like you didnt hear. i dont mind, just as long, for one second, you think it is you, im talking about.

you always know what is there, plain and simple. bruised and beaten, i want to take you in my arms, re hash those infected scars and heal them the right way.

i want to walk along next to you, wind whipping at our cheeks, and fight those ignorant people together, not because they hurt you, or watched in silence as your tears screamed...but because they did the same thing to me.

so sit with me and smoke those cigarettes, we'll compare guys, await the new alkaline trio cd, and figure out each others lives the best way we know how.

is that camels you smoke?