Summer Summer, Oh Bummer

Tonight, 

Yes, this very night

A overwhelming wave of melancholy crashed against my fragile frame

And I believe I stood with open arms

Welcoming the tidal wave of crushing emotions

I divulge in literature and writing to occupy my mind but

I have developed a longing for a girl

Who fascinates me more than any other

Yet, who I feel like I only know by the narrowest of margins

Again, typical me

So, the expanse of music collection mirrors my emotions

Throwing at me the sappiest of songs I sometimes forget could bring me to tears

Blah Blah Blah

Oh, and here is my favorite bit

It is completely impossible to know if my feelings of almost deep infatuation are felt in return by said young woman

I guess it isn't the improbable cause of my lack of inspiration, huh?

Oh, and Venn Diagrams!

Lately, these devices of comparison have made frequent appearances in my sketchbook

They seem natural

Organic, if you will

Great, another sad sad song

Only in the summer do I feel this way

Six More Days at the Bottom of the Ocean

Violet-black skies linger over head

I see her everywhere

Apparitions of that face surrounding me,

There and there,

Here and here 

Spring arrives and astonishment ensues

Petals adhered to the wet, cement stairs

Yet, the formality of it all is profound

Just then, the Great Star crawled over the horizon

but my intentions are flawed

Just as they were when you knew me

Those trees are dampened with the dew of daybreak

and I think I own too many readings on the local flora and fauna

Names and names of things I have yet to encounter

This wind is whipping far to violently for me to bear today

Shake off the dust from my trusty, five-year-old windbreaker

grab my camera

and get a late start on an early day

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

vain, vane, vein

I am a man of peculiar tastes

mmm...food

I've had recent run-ins with old friends--the majority being the imaginary ones--and I realize how much of a change I have made as a being. 

I used to think it was possible to ensconce oneself on clouds. I made it my primary goal in life. I later found out it wasn't possible. I cried for hours upon hours.

"I quit my job and moved to live in France for a short while, because I wanted to spend time with a girl that fascinates me more than anybody I have ever known"