precious things

i wake up every morning and i already can’t wait for the day to end…all i want is to keep momentum…to pass from one to the next…because all i know is that from day to day i can take only these baby steps to get closer to all the different places i want to be in life…places within and beyond me, with and with out solid ground…

and i wake up looking forward to those little happy moments…however little they are…i crave them….they’re the only things that keep me alive…

a smile from the kids, a surprise, joking around with the few i feel close to, the sunrise, the sunset, the puffing of a cigarette, and his smile and his warmth..

they’re all i need to get me from to day to day, and to get me to where i want to be..i need to  get things done…things would strangely move a lot slower when i would be looking forward to the days being long because i can finally see myself getting somewhere…strange isn’t it…

strange…life’s strange, yet not quite..

people on the other hand…are colourful…at the same time, anyone can be strange yet normal…

he had the audacity to take what was mine with out a word….he had no decency…and then he wants to be on my good side….strange…strange people…

fuck it…

I haven’t heard much from Tori Amos, but when i heard her music, and saw her (not in person), i felt like she’s one of those people who speak a thousand words with every one word that they say…

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