to erin ( Read more... )

takes me back to the meredith garden days.

la la how the life goes on

Passing a bush of daffodils intertwined in the remnants of a decrepit fence, I picked the remaining white fluff of wishful flower in which to impart one specific desire, one. On second thought, I decided against a selfish wish, and wished for world peace, along with the other millions of people wishing for that same unattainable dream. What the ( Read more... )

For Erin, or anyone else who knows this magical street:

Walking, exploring the sites that home has to offer, I realized what this quaint town is comparable to where you live. It is like a poverty-stricken Vassar, that oddly placed street we mutually loved, and had independently discovered.

The famed catcher of souls, the dream catcher. One soul, particularly, that he follows like a little lamb, relentless, passionate in his fight for purity. Purity that he will imaginatively grab with his long, slender fingers, intertwining the boy's immaculate soul with the sinews of his web, ringing it into a lifeless, dilapidated form whose ( Read more... )

Selections from the sacred moments book ( Read more... )

in all black, she is one of those kids ( Read more... )

Random thought:
If all of the accidentally abandoned, run away, hidden, forgotten, rejected pennies, who are lying on the street, secluded under couches, gathering dust under coke machines, were collected, what would be their bundled up amount? And could they save all of the different shades of blue?

The first time I found it easier to be home, and harder to leave. The second time I found it easier to leave, and harder to be at home, which I now realize is my second ( Read more... )