Hey Life,
What's going on? You seem to be flying by pretty quickly these days. I don't get to see much of you anymore. The only chances are usually when I stop myself, look around and take in what is actually happening. I've never felt like we were close but we have always shared a connection, and a strong one too. You've definitiely been there for me my whole life and no doubt you will be until I die.
I guess what I'm trying to say is.
Thanks for all the support you have given me over the years and all those fun times you've allowed me to have. Yes there have been some shitty times too, not only for me, but for you as well. I can only imagine some of the relationships you have with other people. I'll promise to take more time to get to know you and spend more time with you. I hope you understand that I have been pretty busy growing up and havent had a chance to sit back and appreciate what you have done for me. Please understand that I am still growing and will forget you every now and then, but I will return because you are such a valued part of my life and I never want to lose you.
Kindest Regards,
Dan
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
In My Brain.
I always go there. I always get caught. It's so hard to get out. Someone always locks the front door. So I have to find a way out. Through the back, or a window, even through the chimney. When I finally escape, I always feel like I have accomplished something big.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Note To The Girl At My Dental Clinic
Even though our time together was short and for most of that time you had your fingers and a suction tube in my mouth, I feel as though we shared a strong connection. The brief discussion we had, prior to Mr Beath probing my mouth with this scraper and inspecting my teeth with his mirror, was enough for me, and you (I believe) to realise that something else was lingering between our small talk. My attempts to sneak a quick word after my appointment seem futile as Mr Beath beckoned me to the front counter to cough up the twelve dollars it cost him to clean and pack my wounded soccet. All I want you to know is that those twelve dollars were worth every cent, purely for the fact that I got to spend the time with you.
Dan.
Dan.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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