Does she love me?

Does she love me?

I don’t know

we talk and cry,

sometimes laugh too.

Does she love me?

I wish I knew

she makes me smile

and I think I too

have made her smile

one time or two.

Does she love me?

Is it true?

We see each other naked too.

I was sad when she was gone

does she love me? I don’t know.

Does she love me?

I don’t know

when she’s sad

to me she comes.

She makes me feel much better too

when this cold world just seems so blue.

Does she love me?

Is it true?

We see each other naked too.

Do I love her?

Who could know

what is love

and what it’s not?

She makes better what is good

and what’s bad she makes it good.

If this love of ours is doomed

You and I together should

be as happy as we could

for tomorrow is untrue.

Scar Tissue

I was sitting there feeling really awkward about talking to no one. But then I said, “Yo, Slim,” which was the way I’d always greet Hillel. And it was like this wall came down in a second. I started weeping like I’d never wept before. From that point on, I was a waterfall of blabbering and blubbering and crying and coughing. I had this talk with Hillel and told him how much I loved him and how much I missed him. And then I made him the promise. “I’m clean. I’m in this rehab. I promise you I’m not going to put a needle in my arm again. I’m going to stay clean.” I cried all the way out of that cemetery.

Tear

Haya and I looked at each other and said, "You know, this really isn't going to work. Then we lay there in bed, holding each other tight and crying for hours.

Can't Stop

I'm going to do this. I'm gonna sleep with this girl, andI'm going to regret it forever, but I can't stop myself.

A.K.

Ro.

You're so nice to me
you pick up the phone when I call you
you tell me you are going to be online later on to chat with me
you're everything thats good and right about this world
you're chocolate cake
and a child's hug
you're a light that I like to call my own.
In times like these I can't help but to be profoundly thankful for having met you, and in some way having you in my life...
so thank you...you made an old man smile.

Today it rained

I'm remembering my year of being a bum, of doing nothing more than being online listening radiohead all day long, staying up to insanely late hours. Back then I'd be up all night long going to bed at 6 am or so, sometimes after breakfast even, it wasn't all bad, time felt different I don't know... we were in another house too, I'd be on my boxers most of the day, wouldn't leave my room for days and mom would bring food to me in the room... I miss a little of that relaxing life, just a bit. I found a lot of great music that year or discovered it I dont know, like radiohead, john frusciante and others I can't live without now. somedays it'd rain, I remember a lot of rainy days, tonight its 1:30 am, I'm in boxers listening to radiohead and it rained today I guess thats why I remembered that time of my life.
I shared my room with a cousin for a period on that year wich I hated so much even tho I really liked my cousin and then he moved out and back in, but that time was different I didnt hate it at all, we used to get addicted to whatever song I'd put on 'cause I'd listen to it all day, there was this radiohead concert endlessly playing on my computer, the same happened to john frusciante albums, pearl jam's and so many others.
Some years you live, some places you live in have a different feeling in your memory than the rest...that house...that year...is doubtlessly, one of them

The Little Man Who Wasn't There

Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.