trust is a two edged sword. on one hand, i trust too much. on the other, never enough.

there's a girl i know who doesn't know how to trust. she lives in fear, really, but she doesn't think so. i don't think she's ever really touched someone.

on the tops of mountains dwell birds that trust the wind more than i can trust myself. the right music and i melt. the wrong word and i turn to wood. maybe you are a great person, but i am a terrible judge of people. i don't understand greed. it doesn't make sense to me. i will fail at business.

somewhere there is solace. a place where livid red passion doesn't have to apologize. a place where people only make walls to paint on. meet me there, on the bridge, whoever you are. meet me over the river, at dawn, when the peaches are ripe on branches and dragonflies crowd the air. i won't be late.