Its strange. I feel that more recently, the closer I become to people, the deeper the connection, the more faint their presence becomes for me. Its haunting how my best friends now are ghosts, living in total exile...I'm surround by shallow and all too real humans. So I am left to ponder: What am I, ghost or substance?

burn baby... burn

I'm coming to realize how much more i can write here and i don't, maybe its time to change that...

let the curtains fall

we are boiling in one big pot of love.