I silently pass ( Read more... )

Yesterday we landed in Israel ( Read more... )

Bums always compliment my smile. Maybe it's because they just don't see too many.

I finally made my journal friends only.
I think it's for the best.
A few old entries are public, but I couldn't go through them all.
A few entries will be public in the future but not too many.
Make a journal and be my friend if you'd like to read it. (That's you, Matt, Brian...)
No one else probably cares much.

Love.

when i go to bed at night-
cold air on my face,
your limbs brushing mine,
both dreaming smooth dark coffee dreams-
i can whisper to you my fears
and wonder
if you're sleeping
or
if when my breaths finally turn steady
you'll whisper your reply.

Sadness always makes the day seem longer.

This is regressive, art-wise. It is not specific enough. It doesn't end how I think it should. It lacks rhythm and flow. It is jagged and emotional. It incorporates weaker elements than it might. It is more of the beginning of a something than anything. It is how I used to express before I found a great teacher ( Read more... )

My day was amazing, if you're the kind of person who likes watching peoples' brains get sucked out by small bubbles.
A) peoples brains

B) people's brains

C) people

D) NO CHANGE

Be sure to fill in your letter choice completely.

Wow! My first entry. I feel so special. Thank you Brian for my super-duper code. I HAD to switch, I mean everyone else's doing it. Well, I'll post more soon, but as I'm currently in Utah, this damn laptop's really hard to type on. laterz y'all, Shay