Third Thought

It. Bothers. Me.
I just entirely miss the point.
I see it, but I don't.
It alters you, changes you, some for worse, some for better.
But even if it's for the better, it's not you
It's you through the filter of alcohol
I don't want a version of you
I want the you in your clearest mind
Not the you when alcohol lets you borrow it's cajones for an hour
It's a shortcut to sociability
I want intimacy from the heart, and bravery from the soul, it's more difficult sober, but worth much more
I don't want to be drunk
I want to be me
I don't need poison in my system
I don't need a big red cup in my hand
Or a blunt for that matter
If can feel happy, relaxed, and sociable all on my own, and I don't need any substances to pick up the slack for me, thank you very much.

But I would be lying to say I'm not curious
I have drank before, and always responsibly
It tempts me though, to let it loosen me up
And that temptation makes me despise drunkenness all the more

Prohibition had the right idea, if people can't prevent themselves from getting drunk, someone should do it for them
It's not a private problem
It hurts those who don't drink
You're your stupidest drunk, and do things you would never dream of doing when sober
You're more susceptible to being manipulated

Are people that desperate to escape their own feelings?

Second Thought

I want to reach across the gulf of the universe and touch you
Hold you close
Take some stars, and spread them 'round like candles
We'll make love in the the pulsing light
Let the stars illuminate your body
Keep you warm with mine

We can use clouds for blankets
Sleep soundly after our exertions

I'll wake up though, to watch the moon cast shadows on your face
Watch you twitch mid-dream
In the morning I'll watch pink and purple, surf across your face
And when your eyes open, I'll kiss you good morning, and we can start a new day

First Thought

Life is an open book yet to be filled in
only the first
s
p
o
ts
of
i
n
k
kiss
the
pages
There are no instructions on where to go
None credible at least
At best, instructions on how to live once you are "there"
I figure, I'll be a social worker because
Like Harry the Auror, it can't really think of anything else
Nothing that would be within me reach, or worth it once I grasped it
Part of me wants to travel the world
Part of that part wants to travel the world, to see people live lives
different
than my own
Another part wants to travel the world
just so I'm not stuck here for the rest of my life
Some people say that New York, and NYC are the center of the world

I always felt self conscious standing in the center of a room