Sunday, June 4
since the last fallout, i've been more mellow, less interested in pursuits of the emotional, lovey-dovey kind. more detached and less willing to dive in and get wet than to just sit on the sidelines and look. and more content to be happily distracted by financial pursuits and a little less content to be distracted by army (such a bitch).
a pretty face is like a dime a dozen. just walk around town and you can see them all around. it's all well and good to look. but a glimpse of heaven is so exalted, so rare.
and often so underestimated. or devalued to the extent of commonness.
not much time, and not much energy have i. but maybe less could be more. for i still choose to believe love is powerful.
well, maybe not.