downtempo.

oh the life i lead.

sometimes i drive myself crazy,

because i'm so fed up with other people.

but i'll keep it to myself,

until they try to say something,

and then i snap.

cleaning around the apartment

has become a weekly uphill battle.

and unless you roam around the house shouting

'i cleaned this' or 'i cleaned that'

noone realizes it got done,

and everyone argues about who's turn it is to do what.

i fucking hate it.

howeverrrrrr

tonight has been an overall fantastic night.

the sunday night ritual is so dank.

hokkaido is like, the best restaurant,

and every week it's amazing.

and it's only to the corner.

so it's always close.

and the meditation session

will hopefully clear out

what i've been sweeping out of my brain all week.

i'll sleep well tonight.

your eyes tell me a story,

about who you are and where you've been.

about what you've done,

and how you've been hurt,

and whats happened in your life.

i always wanted to know if i could do that with everyone,

but your eyes are the only ones i stay locked onto

for more than a brief moment.

it's like you've put a padlock on my senses,

and they can only focus on your elegance.

this trance i've been living in

has made my head a wreck,

but i wouldn't trade it for anyone.

i wouldn't trade you for the world.