the most beautifully honest moment of the week

I'm tired of calling you and missing you and dreaming I've slept with you; and i i was just thinking...


i wish more of the world could be so brutally honest. I spoke with a young woman today, did an interview for the research Im supposedly conducting, she's from Rwanda, lived there through the war, through the genocide.

But what do you do, ask, so were you Hutu or Tutsi? or a moderate. Where is your mother now, dead! yikes. But how can you be honest? Damn I'm back to this again. Well at least i know that i only have about a years worth of thoughts, and now we're recycling the old ones, polishing the ugly parts and regurgitating the same debate. Honestly lying about trusting you, wanting to punch you, trying to fight all the rythems inside. bts soon, im glad, i need imput.

peace