the old creatures

i've been having morrison incidents over the last few days. i wanted to talk about him on here but i didn't know what to say--but then i realized i never really needed to say anything.

how much do we hold back just because of that dreaded obligation of saying something? or else it would have been so simple. i did that once a few weeks ago--wrote a beautiful friend a letter that was about half a page long and had no sense whatsoever but by god, the amount we hold in just because we can't find the perfect way to get it out--i say hell with it. i touch i cry i laugh too loud i hug i do as i please. i suggest you all the same. stop waiting for the right things to say. they may never come.

so what if it's dark and warmish outside and school's around the corner and i'm feeling bad that my comfort zone's being torn--so what if i read too much and thought too much and ate too much today--so what if i miss morrison and just wanna have him on here without having to say anything of worth--