as of late, i have found a new cumfort in myself, and what i wouldn't give now to just lay here streched out on my bed moaning with content. being happy to just simply be. being happy to feel love's embrace. i will not think about things i have to do or my draining complications with my so-called friends. and perhaps with the exception of my sterio, for music is the language of life's life, i will turn off all un natural things, and be turned on to life and love alone. i'll breathe in the fresh air laced with the scent of rain coming through my window, and the beauty my dreams surrounding me... but if i just cant simply be, then may i gather up my pathetic self once more- and head out to the hell hole of the outside world.