still restless.

Sleeping comes easy these days- a little too easy. In fact, I feel like my waking life has been one big daze- hazy- blurred. I let my imagination get the better of me, my anxiety grows deeper, my thoughts, my thoughts in need of wisdom- wait, there goes another tangent- another rant, another declaration. I exist, but so do you- I exist, but so don't you- a dash, a period, a memory- a blip of time- the moment long gone. I wait, bumping into the beat of the music, it's on a loop- I can listen to it forever- before the silence meets my end- we can all take turns- to fill the voids. You are what I need- you don't even know it- you are what I need- you do know- maybe? It's all in my head- still not clear- still hazy, still a bit blurry, still restless.

I miss you-

thanks again.

btw, thank you for the orchids!

the target.

So what's the objective here- come on people, we need an answer-

Someone stole a bike. Someone stole a bike that was on my property.

What does this mean to me? It's not like it was mine-

What does this mean to you? We'll, that's LA, should have been more careful-

Both my thoughts- but what do you say to a guy who recently lost his bike and his car in the same neighborhood.

I don't want to jump to any conclusions- I mean, this stuff happens all the time- right?
--Wait, right?

For now, I only hope this does not prove to be an ongoing dilemma, as I like my home- I also hope for the safety of everyone as times are rough all around- Still, my trouble lies in helping an upset friend and myself- both in need of answers.

Not to leave anyone on a sour note- it just happened- as all things do.

for you.