This is the journal I kept on Microsoft word. 2004 is when I began to get decent at writing. Most of it is incomplete... I haven't been writing much at all. poo

( 2004 )

life is a bundle of sad things
but there's a happy bow on top
cup is half-empty,
had to drink some summer springs
because fall dehydrated me
now winter is here
and i'm freezing to death

it seems that life has become a series of unusual observations, painful realizations, musical endeavors, social experiences, and photographic failure besides when i am in the darkroom. black and white is being more friendly to me.

i watch the road and the sounds of the cars bellowing out far from us. every street past wendy road remains unlit. the darkness surrounding the bright windows makes me wonder about the people sitting alone in their house, paired with blankets or remote controls. the road goes further and trees are flying past. the eerily welcoming streetlights are ( Read more... )

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from what grotesque events that have occured, the fog has mostly cleared. the thing is, i can still feel it hanging over, like a heavy cloud that can't float above anymore. it's worn out, and i keep coughing and sneezing. somebody once told me that sneezing was getting rid of the bad spirits, so maybe sickness is what i really did need right now ( Read more... )

through the curtains, orange reflects. the breaking news is telling me everything, competing with the lonely rasp of tom waits' voice. i walk outside to see all my neighbors, all standing on the edge of their driveway, with all faces glued to the sky. my eyes are tracing the shower of ashes and watching helicopters pass overhead. i think about how ( Read more... )

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