aaron said he wants to think a lot, i told him i think i'd rather not.
i felt tense and empty all afternoon. i guess i should try to stop smoking soon.
watching the stars while laying on a field of grass, worried you would never touch my ass.
none of these memories are from the same time. they don't make much sense but they kinda rhyme. it's easier to pinpoint random memories and think i did something that day. it's much easier that way, to talk about the things i did on a day instead of the things i missed...and, in a way, i think that's okay. that's okay. i think that's okay.
when the sky clears and the stars align, i want you to know i really like the color of that red "exit" sign.