people don't smile much anymore

"to the pretty brunette at the bagel market in essex: your friendly smile brightened my gray vermont day. thanks."

It's people like this that make me realize everything will be okay.

Listen

I want to write you back, but I'm not going to. I have a lot to say, but you wouldn't listen.

sincerity

Funny how I don’t even know if I was sincere. Sometime I’ll be able to talk again; sometime my voice won’t catch in my throat. Trying didn’t get us anywhere so we’ll sit back and watch now. We can’t make the world happy, baby.

It’s days like these that I remember you can only ever count on yourself. Cheers, friend.

nights with

It's the nights with poetry that I don't want to think about deadlines. It's the nights with artists that I don't want to look for tomorrows. It's the nights I'm already looking back on and realized I took for granted.

It's the days I wake up not knowing what's going to happen next. It's paralysis and freedom and what now?