Sometimes you just have to come back and look over these things. It's like a time-capsule. 

Removing myself from the situation. I look back over the years, wondering where I lived. When I lived. I lost so much this year. I had take stock in what brought me here. I see the words in this journal and I frown. Searching for a thread, a purpose and a meaning between those lines of poetry. It is simple Lunacy, the object of my search was in ( Read more... )

Slowly and surely I loop one bow over the other, completing the simple task of tying my shoe laces together ( Read more... )

Drifting ever so slightly to the left, I flutter my eyes. The car moves quickly back into the lane, adrift, alive, asleep, allowed ( Read more... )

It's one of those days. Melancholy and twisted. I'm playing on the edge of reason, the edge of sanity. Curiously pushing my ideas and beliefs beyond typical reason. Wondering at myself and it's capacity for the worst that the human conscientiousness can desire ( Read more... )

Uninterested in the current situation I lay down the newspaper and spit into my coffee mug. Discontent, it's simple. Why else would she have left me like this. The rent is due and I have no plans to pay it anytime too. Jasper, the cat next door keeps coming to my window looking for milk, I don't plan to share it anytime soon, have to look out for ( Read more... )

Intelligence. I've been jumping in and out of ideas on it's measure, worth, and importance. Unfortunately it is only some variable of a persons description. A race of pure intelligence is one of reason, deep analysis of idea and lack of emotion, there is emotional intelligence but that falls more into the realm of wisdom or knowledge opposed to ( Read more... )

Spinning carelessly I landed on the floor. It's 30 degrees with 63% humidity, it's warmer that I imagined. It sesems like I haven't eaten or drank anything for a day or two, slowly consciousness returns and I flutter my eyes; am I lying in vomit?

No, it's obviously a spilled bowl of cereal. Coughing, my lips start moving, a silent cruse, language ( Read more... )

Since I haven't written anything in a while I thought I'd drop a note to the handful of people who check up on me through LJ.

I use to have a Facebook profile however I've decided to reject Web 2.0 projects such as FB because of the absolutely redundant information that one must sort through on a daily basis. Application request, friend requests, ( Read more... )

i sat silently on the wooden boat launch
watching the breeze caress the water
                   stroking her
giving her goose bumps;
then i shouted
        'where are you?'
                     are you...
                     are you

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i was on the metro last night. usually i ride in the first car as it gets me to the stairs ( Read more... )