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.

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 :)

Insight.

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.

Yellow and Red Flickers.

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

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.

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.

Stagnant.

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.

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.

State of mind and train of thought.

is under construction.

Long livin.

Approach and treat each day as if it were the best day of your life.

Drawing out the lines.

After much pondering and indecision on a carreer choice, it's been pretty evident lately that I had come to terms with pursuing photography. After shooting lots of photos, setting up blogs, hearing responses on which of my photos people appreciate and enjoy the most, and hitting up a few books here and there, I have finally decided on commercial photography as my ultimate goal, with my main focus being mainly and hopefully on the skateboarding, fashion, and similar lifestyle industry. My plan is to be freelance. I will continue to do events on the side and hopefully set up a rad site or blog to work on as a supplementary hobby. School starts at the end of June and hopefully my path begins to unfold from there.



Yet another beginning in my rapidly evolving life.

Carving my heart one chip at a time.

I like to visualize that my heart is like one of those strawberry foiled candies. A reflective layer on the outside in which you must twist and fumble with in several directions to unwrap and understand. After which you encounter a sweet, but thick solid layer that you must either chip away at, or patiently wear down. And then once you've worked your way through all the layers, it's ultimately mushy and soft. Unlike the strawberry center though, this center lasts forever. (Given that you don't spit it out.)

Tick Tock.

I've had a mouth full of words lately and I never put them to use. But now I'm nodding off, and my eyelids are being pulled by gravity. So my thoughts will have to continue another day, when they will no longer be the same, and I will have lost grasp of them. These thoughts will only be a remnant lost in time.

Love what you have.

The grass is greener on the other side, but it always tastes the same as the grass you're standing on. So enjoy the grass you're on and savour the taste.

Not even crickets could be heard.

Tonight I held my pillow tightly and closed my eyes. "Good night pillow." If only you could talk.

Don't make history. Be a mystery.

I want to feel someone's heart beat when I give them a hug. I don't want to feel this clock between us, or, I don't want time to stand between us. Stay beautiful.

Woke up, with wind in my hair, and I turned around and hugged the clouds.

Life is what you make it, so I'm making pie.