Ghosts of the past always seem to reside right on the edges of your vision haunting the movements of your life. Her ghost is there, a love past and gone but still tugging the strings of the mind and heart from that faded world. Shouldn't i deny her a heart open and disentangled when hers is so wrapped up in ethereal strings? It seems like life's ( Read more... )

My knee hurts. I hurt it playing basketball, non-contact, just planting the foot down in the wrong way and the knee giving out. Perhaps I pushed it too hard working out or it was just bad luck, but it get depressing that something that took less of a second can slow down pushing myself physically. I get frustrated at it, try to push it with ( Read more... )

I had a phoenix etched into my side because I knew that, in this life, I seemed to always have to get back up, brush off the ashes of some failed adventure and rise again into the world. I know now that I need to make myself better, in everything I do. Each moment I need to fight to become something more than who I am, to be physically stronger, ( Read more... )

I will treat this blog as my well: deep and dry and cool and away from society that flows by outside. It may be easier since I really have no friends on this journal or rather what “friends” I had seem to be gone. Its not like I have actively seeked out LJ friends in a long time and those I have seem to be faded away to some other part of their ( Read more... )

These sands weigh heavily upon me, sitting on my chest, in the pockets of my pants, in my shoes, making breathing and walking incredibly difficult.  I’ve been so lonely here, among thousands of people.  Loneliness birds have a tendency of circling for long stretches of time until you build another scarecrow for them to be confused and settle upon ( Read more... )

Here is a unique fact (because unique facts make us feel good) I've spent the last 4 Christmas's and New Year's in 4 different countries: 2008 was in Japan, 2009 in Iraq, 2010 in the US and now in Qatar ( Read more... )

Its always in the desert where i end up standing on a crossroads.  Either in New Mexico and my adventures overseas, or Iraq where my reality bled upon the floor or now in Qatar ( Read more... )

I’ve died so many times trying my hardest to live.  Each step a bleeding mess; stumbling, dragging feet across roads paved in poor choices and failures and the craziness that comes with throwing yourself against the barbed wire surrounding society’s sanity.  Somehow though, I keep moving, believing that this road will lead to something golden, some ( Read more... )

What is this dance that we step ( Read more... )

There is something distinctly sad about watching dolphins perform in front of people at aquariums. Even with all the people smiling and applauding I can’t really find myself riding the same waves of happiness and joy that everyone else is sharing. Maybe I have watched The Cove too many times. Or perhaps I see us humans confining these beings ( Read more... )