How To Have Friends For Dummies
Someone write a book on how to make and keep friends.
Then send it to me.
I think I need some pointers.
Someone write a book on how to make and keep friends.
Then send it to me.
I think I need some pointers.
sure, being outside does rule, but sometimes i just want to be inside. i want to do nothing and everything and relax and go crazy and smile, all at the same time with you.
let’s trap ourselves inside the house. let’s forget about the outside. let’s enjoy each other’s company with no one else around. let’s hear all the words i’m thinking of that i’m too scared to say. let’s listen.
Sometimes I think about the universe and our place in it. I think that nothing matters; that we should just do what feels right; and that regardless of how hard we try to learn, we’ll never really know anything. We have choices to make, different paths to choose from to follow.
Sometimes, I sit there with a vision in mind, my own life’s path. I can’t see where it‘s going, but before me it lies in a clear route, like a dirt trail winding through thick woodland. Looking off to either side of the path, between the trees and into the beckoning darkness, I know that despite what I think I know, someday I will lose myself out there in that cold and indifferent chaos.
What I still don’t know is if I’ll ever find my way back.