Tuesday, June 29, 2010

These are the good times in your life.

And as day broke, the sunlight lifted the fog off the path.

After rearranging piece after piece of the puzzle called my life, without a box in front of me to show me a picture of what this puzzle should look like in the end, I can finally say that I found that box. I know what I want to do. Where I want to be. And who I want to be with. Now with time I can interlock the pieces and watch the picture transform before my eyes.

Friday, June 25, 2010

I love this weekend.

What they say is true: All this time I've been looking everywhere, and the person I've been looking for has been right in front of me this whole time :)

Thursday, June 24, 2010


If you ever wonder, "who am I" Look into a mirror and stare into your own eyes. Learn to love what you see, because when you do, others will follow.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Yellow and Red Flickers.

I try to open my mouth but big red hearts flow out.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Echoes of Laughter.

People are always trying to get in the laugh last- but he who laughs last thinks slowest.

Blades of green.

Today I layed on the grass, felt the damp blades against my skin, and smiled at the sky. Finally, I know exactly what makes me happy.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

It all came from having nothing but a pile of shit.

Piles of shit fertilize the freshest dirt. And from fresh dirt grow solid trees. And from solid trees grow tasty fruits. The kind that taste like success. I'm miles high baby. Thank you for making me not want to be like you. It's better to have a pile of shit, than to be one.

Monday, June 14, 2010


My mind has been a transparent slate lately. It does not think up, nor down, nor happy, nor sad. It just stares blankly upon the scenery ahead, noticing the clouds, and the setting sun, but looking beyond them, as if they were dim see-through shapes lying across a deep black backdrop. My emotions exist, but they do not move me. As if a hidden force raises my hands for me, does my work for me, pushes my legs forward as they glide across the ground on what at some point in time was a tree stump that supported life, and turned the wastes from our nostrils into air that we can breath again. Where did the seconds go? Five minutes ago it was an hour ago. An hour ago it was a week ago. And a week ago it was 5 months ago. Now I stand here, like a minute hand, going around in circles in the same spot, but time is somehow passing me by. Somehow nothing has changed. Some how I am a lonely minute hand trying to keep up with the second hand. I catch up with it for a second, and then it's gone. By the time I move forward a step, it has already been around the world and has returned to touch my hand, and before I can say hello, it leaves for another trip around the moon. Hello second hand, goodbye second hand. See you in a minute. I'll still be here, waiting.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Dear Mister Suave, Mr. Pennybags, and Mr. Famous.

Just wanted to point out that I don't care how good looking you are, rich you are, or who you are: You cannot waltz up to me and think that I will fall in love with you, just because you can pull that off with everyone else. I know what I want. And if you're not that well too bad. Bravado will not win my heart, or my body.

Life tastes sweet.

Sometimes I just can't breathe.