The other night she showed me a slideshow of her grads. If Mark poorly composed any photograph, her eyes or her smile would surely erase any flaws. Her being my girl, you may take it as bias, but understand that I've seen hundreds upon hundreds of photos pass through my dad's studio over the summers and I know what the true beauty looks like ( Read more... )

Goodness. I worked eighteen hours this weekend; you're probably wondering how physically taxing that is and I'll be honest- ow. But then there's her, and I haven't felt so well with things for as long as I can remember. When I merged onto 35 off of twenty first I was thinking about her and at the same time the sun broadsided me, and I found myself ( Read more... )

Twas the first Valentine's Day I haven't spent alone. One could reason that I've only had so many years in maturity to genuinely miss what I lacked, but I assure you that those few were enough to make a thoughtful youth empty during the day of quick heartbeats. But no, it was a lovely holiday. I like merely feeling that she's breathing the air ( Read more... )

In the freeze of the dark winter hours, still a five letter ray of sunshine manages to leak it's warmth into my life. Still she haunts nearly every waking moment, but no further am I the subject of torment; rather that of acceptance, of enflamed being, of will to live out each day smelling the flowers and embracing peace of mind. She's now kept me ( Read more... )

Rehearsals have been so frequent that the few times I had walked home, darkness was about, and so it was a reasonable comfort to feel the sun this afternoon, and above all hear the children giggling at the playground. I like to finish the hours with equilibrium, with some sense of rigidity. The tide doesn't give me any definitive assurances of the ( Read more... )

I may have stumbled in the dark of the cell and lost the key. I may never leave this place, but I get visitors some days. I'm left here while the outside world still moves, Adaption could become a greater task with time, I'll face it all the same. Weariness I know too well. The exhaustion is, however, unavoidable ( Read more... )

We're running hot tonight and it feels so good

Your arm in mine here near midnight and it feels so right

Girls and the boys chase down running hot tonight

I'm ready says the mind. Long time coming says the heart. I know I'm ready to free myself from this prison, but I need be sure that the key fits. If it didn't, it would be better that I swallowed ( Read more... )

We've been lead to believe that crime is committed through action. But I'll testify that the deepest crimes of my being are those of inaction. To feel everything and do nothing, there the illegality lies. Proximal, yes, but a reach so far unobtainable. Salt to the bloody lip, gasoline to the flame; why do I let it happen? I keep reading this novel ( Read more... )

Out the window of this office I can see the pitch sillhouettes of the two pines in the neighboring yard. Endless times I've spent in dense thought, looking through the pane, seeing that scene and yet still I'll manage to look every few seconds and feel I'm watching a new beauty. And it pulls me to recall the summer nights I've spent walking alone, ( Read more... )

My head's throbbing is felt again today; I feel my sickness of heart and failing immune system both started last Saturday but my body's been too proud to let me know I was actually sick. Remarkable how soothing it can be to watch steam off of the Italian roast, drifting past my eyes. I feel like I grow weaker by the day, if not by illnes, then by ( Read more... )