sleep through these bad times.

in your life, you can talk about it.

i havent written in a while and i think it is starting to have a negative result on me. writing is a good therapy to me to get it all out, but even still when i finish it feels like i have just begun.

is it strange that i have been listening to music because it has harmonica in it lately? i think it is a bit strange regardless. something about that winey metallic sound seems to pull me in. its a little bit like my life. a beautiful melody from a small box with a bit of a harsh sting. i remember a long time ago when i was little and i asked an old woman if she needed help with her groceries getting them to her car. she must have though i wasnt genuine in my actions and shooed me away. i never really understood it though. i try to do something nice for someone and they take it the wrong way. misinterpretation has always been one of my struggles in life. people can never tell what i am saying or trying to say. they think im up when im down and reverse. but besides that i think people have become a little untrusting of others, a little bit more shut up. i have found this to be especially true when coming to the south. almost everyone is nice down here. its not like up north where when you stare off in a direction they think youre going to steal their baby. i miss the niceties that never really existed in my life. when the men held the door for the lady, walked on the street side of the sidewalk, pulled the chair out. I miss the people that brought pie to the door when you move into the neighborhood. what ever happened to that? how did i miss out on that good stuff? now all ive got is the internet where i can watch anything fornicate anything else.

i think maybe i will curl up and sleep until the times have changed. until then keep moving.

tim.