They Will; They Are

Where is all the time going? It's crazy.
Writing is becoming less frequent, reading is amazing when I get the chance, focusing on music when I can.

Because life is good.
Drove to paso last night after work (after saying goodnight to this amazing kid) to go to my friend's house. Played apples to apples for three hours, ten fingers, mfk, sudokus until 530am. Wake up at 9, have a good breakfast...listen to accapela (sp im sure) music, more sudokus, folding.
Was home by noon. Very tired but in a great mood, i put on my new record that i purchased at boo boo's on wednesday and layed out in the middle of the living room with headphones on. I looked up at the ceiling listening to the beautiful music, closed my eyes, and when the record finished, fell asleep.
About an hour later I woke up to my phone, which i promptly answered and (feeling rested) proceeded to drive to cuesta to pick up a friend.
cooked here, sat in the yard.
discussed.

drove to slo
went to dinner (or smoothies...)
went to a concert.
i'm being vague.

Today i was thinking about the following:
How sometimes it's not teasing anymore, and it's rude (to make someone feel low).
And how sometimes
people leave your life
and when they come back,
it's hard to handle.

But things are going to work out. they will.
they are
and its beautiful.
lovelovelove