i love the way my room at my parent's house smells.. i love how my bed squeaks and how my little touch lamp glows.  there are so many good memory links in this environment.  i feel it soothing me in a way that few other places can.. 

there is no power in forgetting.  i've heard people throw around the phrase "the power to forget" and it makes no sense to me.  forgetting is equivalent with having no emotional ties to keep your mind connected to an issue, of having no power to remember something once it has become past tense..  forgetting is for the disconnected, the apathetic, the robotic and inhuman when it comes to things that have affected us in a major way.  i do not understand how it can be an example of power.  it's the same as disintegration, decline, death even, if you'll allow that allegation.  and death, like forgetting, takes no effort.  it simply happens, takes you over without your awareness, and leaves you missing something.

i been downhearted, baby.. ever since the day we met

"in three words i can sum up everything i've learned about life: it goes on."