your sun is brighter than mine, but its okay.

humid and heaty, rainy and breezy.
i have you. i have a job. i want a career.
i have a card. i am taking another component of that card.
you are imperfect. i am too. but i hope you will be perfect soon.
never seems to be enough. i have nothing to pay for but i have nothing i keep.
where does it all go?

its a good feeling to know that no one reads this blog anymore.
not trying to sound like im seeking self pity, but it really does feel good.
perhaps those blog skippers might see so, hello and goodbye to
you.

little girl.
i admit you havent been on my mind very often.
but when you do..
when you do...
your birthday is easy to remember because its the same date as white day, which is a month after valentines.
and your departure is on a public holiday.
wait for me to get a 2-wheel.
i'll ride to see you.
i couldnt..make you move on.
but you helped me.

i owe you.