FUCK YEAH MAN!
Im insane
and spitting all of my happiness out
no more sunshine shit
no more moonlight
Im so tripped up
just wanna
strip it all down and run around
heres to life
to dangerous liasons
to lovers
to haters
to best friends forgotten and
to fiances
I propose a toast
raise my paper cup to
kiwi lemonaide
textmessages
and cold windy days
spent too much time crying
salty tears leaving
wrinkles in my face
spent too much time frowning
molding working muscles to shape
fallen golgen gate bridges
to heres to life
and to pillows
and sunshine
to letters to postcards to post-it notes and you
to the new part of 270 to led zeplin to red paint
and to the insane notion
that I might be okay
I might be happy
I might be okay with out
everything I've ever wanted
I might be mortal
is it normal to breathe?
to feel alive
to want to dance?
Is it free to love with knowing you're not loved in return,
and is that okay?
is it okay to be happy?
read the first line again.
10:28 pm - 07.10.03
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