rode for about 10 hours today, then sat around thought of sleeping, saw them come and go, with no aknowlegement of my presence. i discuss my recognitions, particularly those gone unreciprocated, i see you, i know things about you, but if i told you these things, you would be scared away. [so tempted to say, “this is my gift, it is my curse” stupid trailers] instead i mearly tip back more swallows, than use the finches to signify the end of the eve[ning] [-i dont like typing that last part, the “ning”] crushes are odd, i want to be more direct, but as have said before [in private, mind you] “i’m no good at girls.” im never around and you never when i am. weather it be board games or beverages, i grow bored of the games. is fleeing to far off lands the answer?

i imagine you’d say so….

i see shallowness in the land of my intentions, my persona would likely crumble under the consistancy of the big city lights. is it better to just have my weekends in the sun, then retreat to my mountain hide-away? blah…