every lover has his time.

an unfamiliar tingle,
like chimes in the morning
that disturb your sleep
only to open your eyes to the
joy that is sunshine.
an uneasy churning,
like when you've had one, two, three
many drinks
and too little to eat.
an awkward gait,
like you're suddenly conscious
about something that
never really mattered one bit for years.
an un-embarrassed smile,
like you were going mad,
enjoying every fucken minute of it,
and unashamed of it.
oh.well.beyond the sighs(and moans) and sweet nothings,
i hope you find something.

no cigar

good evening.listenin to Millencolin now.last day of army tomorow...and it dosent feel like anything.i miss alot of people.i wonder if im happy?i think i am.im pretty alrite...im doing pretty well for myself.yea.im definitely happy.because im not sad and so i must be happy,right?right.hmm who wants to hold my happy hand?