people don't talk anymore.
they move their lips & make noise, but they don't talk.

i want people to talk.


tell me what you are really thinking, not what you think i want to hear.
tell me your fears & dreams & hopes & passions & sadness & joy.
tell me what you love, what you hate & what you would die for.
tell me who you really are when the lights go out & you are lying in bed trying to sleep.
tell me what makes you you.


& i will listen.
i will really listen.



i promise.

babbling way too late at night

two more days & then i can disconnect my brain & perhaps even relax a bit.

now, if i could just get people to stop creating drama where none needs to exist i would be a happy man. somehow i don't see that happening, so i'll spend some of my time avoiding some people & hope for the best. i would rather just relax & be friends, but i'm powerless to make that happen. i still don't understand why i'm in this position, but here i am & i do what it takes to keep it from becoming an "issue".

really, all i want is good friends, good coffee, no drama & to get laid every now & then.
i don't think that is too much to ask.