I guess it's been longer than I thought. I never really stop to think about how quickly this year has gone by. It seems like I've done nothing. If it seems like that, it's because it's true. I have done nothing this year. Nothing to show for myself. I'm falling behind. Far behind ( Read more... )

Dear Mom,

I miss you.

Love,
Jak.

Still breathing.

Unconscious and blissful thoughts of betrayal and treason.
I'd further more love to observe the darkness consume you.
Piece by piece.

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You don't say it anymore.

I feel myself slowly losing faith. You were the only thing keeping my head above the rising tide.

Now that I'm long gone. I'm drowning.

This letter I'm sending is effort to reclaim your heart. I hope you get it before it's too late.

"Cassandra A. White, 42, passed away at 9:36pm on Wednesday, July 6, 2005..."For all of you who knew my mother, she's been fighting a strong battle with cervical cancer since October of 2003. She will be well remembered, and now I'm well left with nothing. Instinctively, I can't help but look back at all the things I could have done to love her ( Read more... )

Crisp, clean morning air. 2 hours of sleep. I'll be at work all day if you need anything.

Happy 4th you cunts.

My you have the worst of days. Enjoy.

Some writing I did during my trip to Charlotte, North Carolina ( Read more... )

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Blatantly expecting nothing only to wake up with a familiar feeling. Within my dreams, I continue to see more of her, but I am still unable to make out why she inhabits my sleep. When my eyes fell back and only the silence embraced me, she was all I could see, serenading me to sleep with the Harp of Raechel ( Read more... )