If I have learned anything from movies and books and things, it is that when you are sitting in the sunlight, you should think of the past, or the future, or let time in general in through your pores.

Also vitamin D is the good for you.

More than anything, I think I have been wanting to find someone that plays the way I play to play with. The older I get, the more unlikely I've begun to feel the actualization of this to be.

I have heard that comfort is overrated. But I don't know, I am very tired sometimes..

Sometimes I think about the colossi. Not what they are or what they become, but what they were for many years...a soft spot for a nesting bird, a shape, a stillness, the sort of love that is marked by a holding of breath for a just a small space of time, just a lingering

Whatever they are when they rise and after when they take their place in the story, they were also, during their lives, sleepy places of affection.

There are times when I think things; occasionally following, some variation of these thoughts will express themselves in the real world of their own accord. I find these moments to be so unlikely, so uncanny, that the following day (when I begin officially to regard them as memories), I consider these memories exaggerated, emphasized by their premeditated thoughts, and allow myself to apply no truth value to them, as I feel I cannot fairly or accurately apply a truth value to something I am already predisposed/desiring to believe in. This is a very important (and frequent) part of my thought process that I have been trying to properly express for awhile now, though it doesn't seem to have anything to do with what precedes and will follow.

I don't know. Sometimes, especially under warm sleepy suns, I pretend I am a swatch of green earth, and if I hold still enough, something soft and warm will come and take a nap by me, and dream dreams over me like a layer of pleasant atmosphere...