And I know the Truth

I took the bus out today and met with an old friend. It's so surprising when you're on your own, you can easily see why they're simply a friend and nothing else. Of course, it might be my mind comparing her with the few great friends I've had in my life. If nothing else, the trip out made me appreciate the good people I know and perhaps has given me a good book to read as well.

On the bus ride to downtown Columbus, with no ipod or stalking conversation with other bus riders, I began to write down some quick one liners in comparison to what I was looking at outside my window. Here they are:

I don't remember the details, but I can tell you that a loose page is different depending on the person who takes ownership over it.

Sometimes a headstone is not enough.

The power of water in rivers, lakes and oceans is pacified with each bridge built.

I'm nearly frightened at the amount of motor vehicles in every city across the world.

I'm sleeping later and later nowadays with continual dreams that are pleasant until I wake up. My body has not yet conformed to the regularity that my life has become now. I've just pulled through four years of routine which had made my mind, body and soul cowering. Now I have nothing, no considerable stress or problems inflicting my life. Because of this, I've been thinking so much more about the little things in my life and transforming them into the major problems. Of course, the trouble with that is there is nothing I can do on that end. I can't begin living on my own in Columbus while starting OSU school right now in the summer. I can't get away from my feelings about the girl who's been with me through thick and thin. I was walking down the street with all these feelings pulling me inside out, and I began to say: I know the truth.

And I do. I realize that when put into perspective, I do know the truth about these major head scratchers. I don't know, however, how these troubles will pan out for me in the near future. 

You can love the girl and love your life, but sometimes you can't love both. 

I wish I had a beard to scratch this summer.