As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn, the song I've been trying to sing.

a lot.

looking back on things. looking back on my times in school, since i was little. i guess it was surprising to realize, that so many of the people i remember, remember me too. i was getting off the bus, and i see a bunch of ghetto kids. and all of a sudden, one of them calls out my name, and asks how i'm doing. and i'm surprised, because i remembered him, from elementary school, but, i didn't think he remembered me. i guess, i can say, i'm not important, but not inconspicuous enough to not be remembered.

for some reason, i'm not as angry or depressed about things anymore. it's funny, i couldn't care less about anyone. it really doesn't affect me.

sometimes i wish i was more noticed by other people. i guess, i'm okay with it. i can tell you right now, that i never thought i'd end up to where i am today. i look back on what i could have done to myself, and what would have happened to me, that i'm happy i came here. i'm happy where i am.

i love sunsets, i love them. they make me so happy. because of the night, the opportunity that it presents, and the memories that it awaits. for something to excite me. i am constantly looking at landscapes. thinking. today, i was invited to a restaurant overlooking manhattan. and i'm sure, it would have been beautiful. it got me thinking about things. why i like these perfect things. i want to make things perfect. sunsets, on cities, on fields of grass. i like seeing the beauty in things. i like seeing the beauty in everyday things. in normal things, exposed in a different light. it's very enlightening.