don't you just love the sun? doesn't it make you feel good all over?

so don't get me wrong, i have a real journal. somewhere. probably underneath all those clothes and wine bottles. It is filled with pages upon pages of shit just like this, only way more hateful. (can you imagine?) bound in all that heavy twine. that black and white cover. the one that says "why yes, as a matter of fact i am an asshole hipster who has to write songs in this stupid pad". either way, it's different with that outlet. there is no validation. while i hide myself in all those pages under blankets of secrecy, there is only a quite slim chance anyone would ever read what i thought. whereas with this i can rest assured someone may read something i thought at some point in time. and even if no one ever reads a page on this for as long as i breathe, i won't know. That anonimity is beautiful. but all that aside. oh, these last few days have been that kind of breathless perfect. yeah, out on that bridge. the sun at our backs. that sound in our ears. that water sleeping just beneath. just like the whole day lined up just so that 20 seconds could happen the way it did. and yeah, i miss you now. like the warm of the month we're all so ready for. so now, i'm off. i hope all your days find you well. and oh, you. oh, you. let's let our new occupation start.