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Sep 03, 2008 12:23

last night, arriving home from work, i left my bike outside against my better judgment. i sensed, with my body's smallest voice, the utter likeliness of rain. yet this is not happenstance. i seem to ignore, more and more, any self apparent hint of truth. i wade over these waves of numbness and feel, at times, as if i am not even alive. i am a ( Read more... )

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gimme_sugar November 23 2008, 22:16:04 UTC
i know what you mean about ignoring intuitive things, blatantly. im trying to stop now though.

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wellllll aprilmayhem December 7 2008, 01:10:08 UTC
you mind telling me which entries strike you the most? i was thinking of making a real poem out of them and entering a contest. you're opinion matters. if you can, great! if you can't find the time, dont worry! thanks!
-april

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Re: wellllll gimme_sugar December 7 2008, 04:55:34 UTC
yay! ive been wanting you to do this for years. what entries do you want me to consider exactly? just any of them, dating back years? cuz thats cool. also, when is the deadline?
youre wonderful, mayhem :D
xo

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Re: wellllll aprilmayhem December 11 2008, 17:34:14 UTC
hehe deadline is tomorrow but it wont take me long to edit. yeah just anything if you read this in time.

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gimme_sugar December 16 2008, 10:04:53 UTC
sweetie im sorry i didnt get back to you in time. i had 2 huge papers due for school, blah blah. what writings did you pick? will you be entering another contest anytime soon? always let me know! xo

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its all good. aprilmayhem December 31 2008, 20:15:59 UTC
if you wanted to track me still... i'm changing things up a bit with a new blog. aprilmayhem.blogspot.com

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Re: its all good. gimme_sugar January 1 2009, 07:05:40 UTC
EXCELLENT!!!! i just took a look and think im gonna love this. :D

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gimme_sugar March 27 2010, 00:01:00 UTC
last night, arriving home from work, i left my bike outside against my better judgment. i sensed, with my body's smallest voice, the utter likeliness of rain. yet this is not happenstance. i seem to ignore, more and more, any self apparent hint of truth. i wade over these waves of numbness and feel, at times, as if i am not even alive. i am a block of petrified wood longing to be a tree again.

that is amazing. youre still one of the best ive ever read. crazy that youre just right here on good ole lj. <3

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