day one hundred fifty-five: my life.

i want

i dream

i need

coffee

dreams

hugs

i pray

i wish

i hope

fulfillment

to understand

i follow through

by doing the things that i want, 

dream, need, pray for, wish for, 

and hope for...

because at the end of my life

i'll be the only one to blame

for the dreams i never made

come true. 

i'm too compassionate

and too sympathetic

i feel the regret others have

for their lives spent

and dreams lost

and i've felt it enough to realize

there is no such thing as "too compassionate"

"too sympathetic"

because the biggest regrets in life

are usually ones that could have been

easily avoided with a little bit of love,

for ones self or others

and a little understanding 

in a tense situation.

i'm learning.

i'm dreaming.

i'm not waiting.

i'm planning

ahead, but flexible,

ever ready

to change my plans

at the drop 

of a 

word.

day one hundred-one:

it's funny how

you still feel the same

and tasted the same

but at the same time

so much is no longer the same

after kisses

lips must be bitten

there's almost always talk of kittens

and sometimes, moments of "whoa"

but usually it's just us

two friends

hugging for warmth

and for that inner feeling of "whoa"

from head to toe

that a "real" hug can give

and there's so much to be thought of

but i wont think it tonight

because i can still taste the spaghetti-o's from when

i was eight

thanks, friend

you're great.