I hope you all know

we're poets in all are own sense. A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Anything. and that's what we've done, written out everyhting, opur little fleeting screaming, what our mouths couldn't say, because we are goldne to the sun, and we are here. and i swear, on every last cut i've cut, and every words, i';ve said; that we can only go up. higher, and higher, and higher...

Everything one invents is true, ou may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. That's what we've done, precised us into opur scrambled words, and broken phrases, i'm happy to say i'm back in full working condition thank-you-very-much. I'm angry, indepedent, happy, angst, sorrowed, but i am undoubtfully happy. oh so happy. but i'ts past that, it's more that the fatc i can write to you, adress you, and i don't care anymore, i'm going to be honest, and i don't care, because i know, we're not goign to fall now. I can spiill for once, and break for once this year, because i've been holdign my head too high, and my face too solid. Fortunately analysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itself still remains a very effective therapist. I'm going to let the world, and my life take care of me, and i'm going to be less like granite, and less forceful, and a better friend, and a better person, and happier, and this year is goign to be better than the rest because i love you all. and all iw ant is for you guys to be happy biscuts. Experience is the teacher of all things, and we've had enough experience to last us till our 21st. but hey, we just have that jump start. No one said it would be easy, and by god, it hasn't, and i of all people have had it the easiest. So, hands down.

When there is a thign i can't put into words, and i can just mention how my head hurts from lack of sleep, or sleepign too much, or how song lyrics effect me, i come to you. i come to you first to explain how i love you. how the world is ugly, and hurtful and discusting, but beautiful,a nd perfect, and so good at the same time. I'm here too... i swear i will be from now on, my hand is open to take yours, and it'll be okay. Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

I'm no great writer or inspiration... and i don;t know shit. but i just thought... it's time to let somethigns hit the roof. and this is what i got.