stain on your favorite shirt

Jun 02, 2008 - 11:08 AM PST

I've realized lately, that sometimes things that happen in our life seem pretty significant - when they're just stains that we keep trying to wash out.

Like getting paint on something.

Ideas, thoughts of what we wanted.

Then you get so sick, of trying to scrub out your past - that you realize you cant save it, you just have to throw it out.

It doesnt mean you wont miss the shirt, you may still wish nothing ever happened to it. But you cant control that.

You can only control yourself, and your own neurosis.