Notes

I got better at life when I got comfortable looking stupid.

Easier

to meet people,
to say what I want,
to fuck up,
to get the kiss.

Worst case, people think I’m stupid.

They probably already do.

My mind goes to too many things.

And I often miss what’s around me.

Sometimes I get caught up in where I’m going

and miss the beauty in the way there.

When I meet someone, I get a bit curious.

The music they listen to.
If they read, write, play, sing.
What they’re into.
What they can’t stand.

You pick things up.

And I always hope they don’t like licorice.

A broken heart looks a lot like smoking to me.

You tell yourself it helps.
With the silence.
With the loneliness.
With the waiting.

Maybe it does.

But stay there too long
and it kills you slowly.

I remember my days full of confusion
and nights full of fantasies.

Great, dangerous times.

I look back and smile.

Life moves.

I try to move with it.

I don’t always get it right.

Bad art, messy art, imperfect art, horrible art.

It’s still art.

Do it.

Not everything is on me.
What I do after is.

Most offence isn’t given.
It’s usually taken.

Even gods have to shit.

With intent,
you feel the difference.
She does too.

People become things
when you stop seeing what makes them human.

Today is enough.
Tomorrow sorts itself out.

Without metaphors
life reads like a tax notice.

If you knew me then

you’d believe me now

The more you explain,

the less sure you sound.

I thought only God gets it right the first time.

Then he created Lucifer.

If life gives you lemons

eat the fucking lemons.

Sometimes we focus on becoming.

When being is already here.

Many people live inside someone else’s story

A few realise they can write their own

I love a free spirit

She can always leave

That’s why she stays

What we have too much of

we stop seeing

I often say I’m fine

I rarely mean it

We live better when we stop trying to change people

Waiting is rarely the problem

What you become while waiting is

A question reveals more than an answer

Sometimes too much

Give a half-smart person a little chance

They’ll turn it into luck

Spend less time talking about love

Spend more time living it

Seduction begins with conversation

Unrushed conversation

A good bad idea is hard to resist

Everything is as it should be

Slow down. Slow your breath. Slow your pace

Life tastes different when you move slower

Good conversation

feels like dancing

People remember the mirror you held up

and how they looked in it

I don’t want an easy life.

I want a beautiful one

Conversation is medicine

but not every wound needs it

Sometimes I envy

the confidence of a four-year-old girl.

She puts on a princess dress

and carries on with her day

Life drinks from the bottle

and laughs at the rules

Sometimes I start laughing
while walking alone.

Just remembering something silly someone said.

Like yawning, strangers catch it.

Oasis songs are hard to play on guitar.

I get Noel leaving

My chest still tightens

when I think it’s her car

Sometimes silence

says everything

“I’m fine”

rarely means fine