Tired

It's late and I'm tired. Tired of the lying and arrogance. I didn't care before, but now it's in my world, and it's bringing that stuff with it. Stuff that I struggled to get away from...I can't have it around me, it isn't healthy. I wish it would stop...but that's not my decision.

Tired of distance. I want her in my arms...in my life.

I don't know if there's a perfect Siu Nim Tao, a perfect martini, or a perfect date. But there is one thing that embodies perfection. The object of my love which in itself transcends all description. Cooking. I love cooking. If I had to choose between cooking and college, it'd be cooking. Cooking and computers: cooking. Cooking and Kait? Well, we both enjoy our food, so I don't think it'll be an issue.

Parents are coming tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to that. Life is good, and I'm happy. But not as happy as I have been, and not as happy as I will be.

On another note.

I saw a dying cicada a few weeks ago. Everyone walked by it, but I sat down next to it and studied it. The wings, the eyes, the body. It was beautiful, almost noble. I love the world, the complexity is the allure.

Sleep.