Life seems to be making less and less sense lately, but I don't particularly mind. Someone's looking out for me, because my infamous accident proneness hasn't killed me yet. Just last night, a car failed to stop in time for it's red light, and it halted to a stop right in front of me in the middle of the intersection, but he missed me narrowly. (Or ( Read more... )

Wow. It's almost the end of January. When did that happen ( Read more... )

It's 5:36am. Lately, it seems I'm too restless to stay here for very long. Whether to avoid the problems that sleep here or because I know where I want to be is another matter ( Read more... )

When I can't sleep, I wait for the train to pass by. It's funny. When I first came to Greensboro, they used to keep me up, but they comfort me now. I've fallen asleep to them for four years now ( Read more... )

Brit and I meandered idly until we ended up somewhere near Market Street, speaking of many things we had no answers for. As we walked we discovered a lost playground and a set of swings. We spoke of dreams and harsh realities, losing our feet in the stars as we swang like we were five again. I wonder how many nights like this I have left that will ( Read more... )

A few nights back, we took a road trip to Pilot Mountain, sprawled out on my old sleeping bag and we watched the night sky free of the city lights. Just about every star in the sky rained through the darkness. We huddled together for warmth and watched the shooting stars. We counted seven. I only wished on one of them ( Read more... )

They say when you hear the ringing in your ears, the schwann cells for that particular frequency are dying. You'll never hear that frequency again.Bars. Clubs. Underground recording studios. Houses i'll never see again. I sat at a table behind the pulsing speakers and blaring lights streaming over the web of gyrating bodies. The music had made me ( Read more... )

Did you know Albert Einstein didn't believe in black holes until about three years before his death? Most mathematicians believe that numbers are the way to God. To find a perfect formula would be thought to explain creation. Except...blackholes are tears in the universe. But... if God created us in his own image, than God himself must be imperfect ( Read more... )

Where has the sun gone? Oh well... Maybe it'll rain soon. Rain so you can see your silhouette in the pavement casting rings. Rain so hard you have to peel your clothes off afterwards. Rain bewitching the roof in hypnotic verse. Rain that gives you an excuse to snuggle under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and a book until the world is right ( Read more... )

Greensboro is a ghost town at night. It's eerie. Mist sinks above the streetlamps. You can go an entire trip across town without seeing an arbitrary face... or even another set of headlights in passing. Just the street lights, changing autonomously. For people like me ( Read more... )