It's just super ironic (?) that this is the song of my nights here in Blue Lake. And in the least depressing way, this may be why I am hesitant towards relationships. I sometimes also feel really super lame when lyrics describe some part of my life, but that's really why I ever really got into writing poetry in the first place. So I should stop looking down on that as a bad thing.

On another note, tonight's walk home was the best. Maybe better than steam. Maybe better than walking backwards at Lake Arlington. Maybe even better than standing on top of Lake Michigan.If you can belt "I got dreams to remmmemmmmburrrrrrrr" at the to of your lungs without shedding a tear well then, good for you. A sleepy little town called Blue Lake reminded me that I do have dreams to remember. And sometimes it's artsy to deny yourself love. Or what you think you need to deny in order to be successful. I'm only 22. None of this should really matter.

I climbed a fucking waterfall yesterday. I can't wait to show Dan, Adam and Jon.




Sometimes my heart pushes my ribs and I imagine what it would be like if I didn't take this place ticket home. You're a mighty citizen of the world.

-slm