When We're Old Men

I've spent every second I've had
Counting the minutes and I'm going mad
I am redefining the words I am sad
Nothing I've done ever hurt quite this bad

On Heavy Leaves We Fall

Love.

Some people say it's hard to define what love is. Some day you don't know the moment you fall in love and say it's a process which takes time. Well, I'd like to disagree. A lot of people mistake love for obsession, for primal urges which only seek carnal pleasure, or a short silly four letter word that's tossed around. Well for me, it means smiling whenever you see a picture of that special someone, laughing when you think back at how fast time has gone, and thinking about them throughout the day. You don't think about sex or how great it would be to spend a night together, instead I think about sharing memories and creating a better world for each other.

Yeah, that's exactly what's going on. 

The sad part?

Sometimes you reach a breaking point when you realize that you're headed down a one way road, alone, and unaccompanied.

Life is life, and kind is kind.

"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

 It's almost 3am on a cold January morning. My insomnia and madness have led me down a path I've been meaning to go. To establish a "blog" online. The title from this blog originates from one of my favorite books, On the Road by Jack Kerouac. The above quote is also from this book. I don't know when I'll have time to write entries into this; but I promise you I will when I find it appropriate.