Sometimes I think coming out of the depths of despair is conducive with finding yourself in life. Life is about survival, perhaps of the fittest. Last night I had a dream and I was in a gloomy parking lot. There were millions of cars and no end of them in sight. I walked by each one, carefully looking in, and seeing myself in the passenger side--a ( Read more... )

I have a theory that professors, in a linear fashion, gradually increase the quality of novels assigned so that with each new reading you appreciate it that much more for not being as horrible as the last novel read ( Read more... )

Baby
voice like a needle
little of rest
room not diapers
are filled with blackberries
my grandma under rainy clouds
go away with time
for a sex talk
to me about your life
is fast and you’re plain
is late for home
is no longer here
I am to help you through
the large cliff of life
without you is
insane.

A poem I wrote for class that the teacher seemed to like a lot. I'll post it here then, right ( Read more... )

I typed out a melancholy journal entry and seconds before hitting the submit button my reflexes denied me the ability to click. It was almost as if my logical thoughts were telling me that I had no reason to be depressed over anything, and that was true. It was stress--the powerful agent that can cripple your emotions if you let it. I've gotten ( Read more... )

So it's spring break. Personally, there's nothing to get excited about. Athens is my life. What few good friends I had from high school I've since lost contact with. These friendships weren't lost on bad terms, but people change, and so do situations. It's hard to keep in contact when the paths are so divided. It's nice to see family at home, but ( Read more... )

I love how the act of sleep always provides me with a fresh start. I wake up every morning more pure than I'll ever be at any given point during a day. Going through the motions of a day can be trying, and what sets these motions separate from each other is the sleep. It's almost as if any given night I'm built of layers that develop over the day-- ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find myself not updating simply to deny certain people access to my internal thoughts so easily. It's never any of my LJ friends, but obviously other people have access to these readings. At one point this quarter I could actually feel myself becoming more and more reserved. I wanted to shelter myself into a sealed box and never come ( Read more... )

Quick update:

-I'm now single.
-Life isn't bad at all.
-I never update anymore.

The end.

Life has a funny way of working. When I get upset or stressed out, I stop and think about the ocean and how it crests the beach at night just far enough to touch your toes. I think about falling stars and how they make the world seem so small. Or how when you walk past a person with a recognizable smell, it engages all your senses and produces a ( Read more... )