i went to my friends house tonight and broke everything i touched.

my thoughts on war

lovefromkate.com -- check it out.

on other news, my friend Julio Anta lent me a book on writing by Anne Lamont so i should be getting better soon.

i should be gone by now.. somehow the winds blew softly enough to keep me here where i belong, belong-ed?, am.
well ya know how the morning rises every morning without permission? Well its kind of like that.
have you ever felt like there's force controlling behind the scenes, letting us feel free, a deceived kind of FREE?
that's exactly it. all this free time has let me make up theories and hide behind books that others wrote, lived, breathed.
point is, i want to write, live and breathe.
--i don't have a clue what i'm saying.
bare with me.