An Unloved's Rejoice.

I realise that love isn't all that splendid. I took my time in realizing that didn't I.

I'm a romantic, but only in love with the idea of love. Nothing more. Love is too complicated, and i'm not up for any more complications in my life.

Love should be simple. Like good home cooked food, and hugs.  Like footsteps walking on paths. 

Like Sunflowers.

Love should be un-complicated. No more searching. I like the peace, and i like the quiet.

I like my silence, and i like being alone, having the world to myself for a while.

... This should be interesting.

Breaking Fragile Items, To You.

Whilst throwing around some rather incredulous words at people, i'd like to say:

People try to understand you, and they're trying to reach out for you. We are listening for solutions, and all the hanging cranes and cds and planes are only momentary lapses. 

This is a letter to you, of impossible things to come. It's not a warning, or a welcome. It's not anything at all, but a smile.

Mixtapes and mash-ups are the only thing that matter to you, and that's what is so beautiful.

Just make sure that you're safe.

I just want you home, happy.