day271.

Does anyone else want to come back to this planet yet?
The man I once knew is more real to me than the man who left me behind.
And I'd rather me have never known of his existence, than to feel this way for one minute.


I want to live in one of those cities where talented people paint on the walls and draw on the sidewalks and there's someone playing music on every street corner. And I want to be part of it. I want my hands to be included in the brush strokes, my voice in the music. I want my words to be heard by more than just my bedroom walls.


I just got the best idea.