dear japanese beetle, when i left you last night you were alone. when i returned this morning there were five more of you. i don't mind you having your friends over for a little get-together but next time i'd like to be invited to the party.

signed,
your american friend.i'd almost forgotten how much these things creep me out when there are a ton ( Read more... )

i know you miss me and i know you feel foolish about the things you've done, but we all do sometimes. i know you're unhappy and you think that this will never heal, but you'll go on because i know you can. i know you're sorry and wish that you could take back the past, but the past is done and we can only move forward. i know you don't understand ( Read more... )

some days i really find myself missing out on what life is really about. i forget that its not how far you get, how much you have, and who helped you get there. i like to measure my days in smiles. so many people in the world are angry and defensive inside.. and most wouldnt even know how to recognize it. they're so busy. everyone is so busy. too ( Read more... )

friends only.
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just because it made me smile and i hope it can do the same for you! (thanks victor) :)

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it's hard for me to gather my thoughts, my body feels chaotic today. it's like my mind has set today aside for reminiscing and i'm trying to force myself to just be quiet and design. "shhh.. focus. you're getting discouraged. stop it!" i find myself smiling and shaking my head. sometimes i really prize these little pep-talks i give myself. one of ( Read more... )

your touch fills me with memories of winter. with each finger i am reminded of death; the destruction of our love and of the cold white coat of lies that has changed everything. but even in this icy prison, i am comforted. with winter comes the promise of spring. the one who will thaw my spirit and awaken my heart. and as he approaches he will ( Read more... )

i found myself writing this mental letter today:

dear woman behind me who sighs needlessly loud ( Read more... )

in a few short days i'll be leaving the home i've known for nine years. when we left 109, i was too young to really appreciate the things a home has to offer. the stability, the memories; the spirit it seems to form of its very own. as i stood out on the deck tonight i whispered my secret goodbye.

( i was forced to smile )