I built a phrase and it turned out being sturdier than intended.

I built a life and it turned out being weaker than intended.

Sometimes we don't know ourselves any better than those people around us know us. This is scary. I'm such a joke.

I finally figured it out and to think that it was right under my nose the ENTIRE time.

ya.

If only we could feel the pain.

If only I could.

It was hanging and then there was no more. Walking on feeling nothing. But how? Up Up Up.

A mess. An absolute mess.

Wrecking.

I can't see much of anything during the day. But if I sit on the railing of my balcony and look in on my dimly lit apartment I see a lot more. It's just me. I see the things that I love right next to the things I hate. How is that possible? Which ones are me? All of them. So, maybe I should just stop the things I hate...right? Right ( Read more... )

I've been around. I took the long road; the long hindered, foggy, blantantly long, lonely, laiden with refuse, smokey, naive, broken, battered, learning road ( Read more... )

Remember those days that you had as a child? The big baseball game... or the bit slumber party or dance recital? Do these memories become any less large and phenominal when you remember them later in life? After all, it is just a baseball game, just a few friends hanging out and just a foggy reflection of the actual greatness that might be out ( Read more... )

Ever walk down the road and not look up? The ground is entertaining ( Read more... )

Living is too big. I need something smaller ( Read more... )

Does anyone agree that life hurts to look at sometimes?

It hurts for me right now. I have a feeling that the boggy-ness of this week is only going to make it worse.

Peaches,
Matthew

It has begun. 21 years and 70 days later, life has finally started. I just couldn't take it anymore. Time is spent better in hands and better ways.

So much to gain. I LOVE LEARNING.