yea the gray skies seem to know me well. and i covered my feelings well. but i did something in secret that you will never know. only me and the sky and the few drops of rain. laughing teasing mocking skies. you are endless and i can't escape you. but i don't want to hide. you were there that night it all started, and you could do nothing. but you ( Read more... )

That first wave of tests and anxiety about succeeding is over. So to celebrate I stenciled up most of the campus with piano-key-shooting pistols. Sorry no pics, I rode solo tonight so I was focusing more on not getting busted than taking portraits with the art. but on the other hand, I do have pics of the latest art iswar installation in downtown:
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Hair cuts and tee-shirts you're made in the shade, airports and "hey your luggage?" ain't quite the same. What ever happened to whats her name? She's all books and quotations, and no fun and games. It feels so good but you don't dare believe it. Don't you believe it. Don't you believe it. When its quiet and lights are low, you're the last one you ( Read more... )

I read my own journal more than anyone.

and now we both seem happy with who we have become.

my senses expand and fill with shades of blue gray and gravel. the voices of the fading evening reach me in short waves. and here i am on this rooftop just looking down. taking in this world around, and from up here the world doesn't seem so cold. and if the universe really is expanding then we must be infinitely small. so why aren't we more united ( Read more... )

and the frosty air hits your face like an ice cold french kiss in February. not overbearing, but enough to make you conscious of what you're wearing. :)

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Today I realized that just because you give a beggar a pizza doesn't mean you know anything about where he's coming from and so what if you're reaching out now. Until I've seen the world from their eyes, I will never understand no matter how hard I try ( Read more... )

The second closest thing to doing something is just knowing how.