sparkler bombs and ghosts;

there are times i step outside of myself, and i look at what i am. i might not do very well at changing of what i am, but i certainly know of what i do and am doing.

when you love something so much, it is hard to back down
to listen to your heart, is a very dangerous thing,
but to do what it tells you is much, much worse
the word 'worse' could be courageous
love is so much more complicated then one would think


my 'epic adventure' took me to the Boy's house, and we met up with zach, kelsey, and rj; and went up to sunrise elementary park.
we lit off quite a few sparkler bombs in the meantime.


eventually we made our way to hang out in the playground itself; nothing too fancy or anything.

we signed out names; each on a single bar,
bill clinton, barbara streisand, poop, david bowie, zach.