may 5th, 2001 / ten fourty seven pm

the constant search for love
that people continually put themselves through
is sometimes sickening
and most times pitiful.

the constant search for meaning
that people willingly put themselves through
is sometimes depserate
and most times admirable

my question is:

why bother ourselves with such issues
at such a young age?

now is the time
to enjoy picnics,
take long drives to the beach
to stare at the stars for no reason in particular.

love and self assurance
should wait till we're at least
twenty-five

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