I stared up at the sky today, and felt that it looked older than I remembered ever seeing it. Though it had from the perspective of time moving, I knew almost immediately, that the sky wasn't what had aged in my mind, but a projection of self views onto things. Time continues to move, and with each day that passes, I know I can never have it back ( Read more... )

With footfalls like a marionette, the jester walked loosely, wavering about like a ragdoll. His slender form, tall and bony, teetered back and forth. Cornflower blue eyes watched everything and nothing, they drifted, drinking it all in joyously, like a child struck by the wonder of Disney World for the first time ( Read more... )

Wisps of breeze tangled and stretched, piroutted, danced; sadly and playfully across dust covered hills, whispering sweet nothings to brittle prairie grass. As it weaved and swirled through the air, its song echoed between the hills, a lost cry, a confused symphony of wayward travels; going everywhere, going nowhere ( Read more... )

So Possum and I made our journey to the tournament, and we played. . .before the tournament, during the tournament, after. We are the best we'd seen, though we knew there was better, but until the second day of the tournament (in which we'd already improved a fair deal), we were possibly the worst there ( Read more... )

So, Possum and I have been preparing for the Southwestern Regional Smash Tournament, The Colorado Cutthroat something or other. It begins this Friday. We're the two best players I've met, and every time a new smash player shows up, we reconfirm that. But we're not ready. The pros are still sharper than we, and with a suggestion of 60+ players ( Read more... )

It should be a turmoiling time. But this eve, right before I fall asleep, I find peace. And with that, a strange need to listen to my favorite band ( Read more... )

It's interesting what a person learns from and through the people around them that they care about. Some things, some moments, seem truly memorable, even if they're just a few spoken words. Other things get carried forever, minor things that they may be, with all of the meaning in the world. I don't think I could easily throw away any of the ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I feel as though I'm stumbling, or perhaps just falling, down a steep precipice. It's then that I miss you the most. Though your company rarely helped me further my own goals, it erased the fear of failure when I didn't think I could reach them. Holding you, there was only you and I. That was all there ever would need to be. Nothing ( Read more... )

It wasn't until this summer that I truly began to dream of animals other than pets. Wild animals began to fill my dreams, snakes and reptiles, aquatic panthers, bats in the bathroom, and more things have appeared. But the focus has become more and more centered around birds. It began when I dreamt I was turned into one. I can still imagine the ( Read more... )

23 days. To what? To nothing. To one year, from a March 8th, one year ago. A wednesday before Spring Break ( Read more... )