i dont understang anger

or pesamisum, or holding grudges, get the fuck over it because that negativity in you is going to courupt your soul.

i understand depression, and there is nothing you can do about that, you can try and be happy, but some times your body and mind cant be changed you just have to ride it out.

but why get all upset over somthing you cant controle like bad drivers, why snap at people that just makes them snap back, please be kind to the wait staff at resteraunts, if you think they are giveing bad service think, maybe they are short handed and over worked, maby your demands are abit extreem.

oh and if somone hurt you years ago. let go of it. you cant know their side of the story, you are probably missing pieses of the puzzle. and some times people are just shitty, you cant do a god dam thing about it. thats all.

dear friend

when i think of you, or see a picture of you, the first thing that comes to me is the way you smelled, i don't know how to discribe this smell, but i know that in this fragrance, was the smell of spray fixer, and chyanne peppers. you always hid from the world, and even from me. i wonder some times, as anyone ever really known you? has anyone seen or touched you soul. i know you are afraid, afraid of being venerable and of being hurt, but you have to open up or you soul might die out of loneliness. i miss you so much some times. the you that you were when we were alone, the you you were in Colorado those crisp fall days. you seemed lighter then, i know that you hide your beauty, i don't know why, but do understand it. but i wish you would let some one see it. the type of beauty you cant fake. like getting caught in a rain storm, make up washed away, hair the way it wants to be. once in a while i use to see this you. when it was hot and late at night, whey we were the only ones wake in the world. when you slept. and when you cooked. i feel blessed that i got to see a part of you that i don't thinks shows much at all, and i wonder how many people have gotten to see this you. I pray that there are people who you trust enough to just be you.

love always,
Emelee

my sweet andie,

im starting to wonder if i will ever see you again. its been so long, and i cant always picture your face anymore. I have stopped searching the crowd for your face, now i just look for anyone who is familiar. i know so few people here now, i think i could count them all on my hands. Are you here, is this what i was sent to find, or are you just simply a dream. Im losing faith in not only you, but large chunks of the world around me. as awful and scary as this sounds, we know that it may not be a bad thing, im letting you go, and felling so much more human then ever before.i pray that i see you again, even its just in my dreams to tell me you will never be here.i just need my answer.

breath deep tonight,
dominica