My first ginger friend ever died yesterday.  I think my heart just got a little bit colder.
RIP Mez.

Eyes seen in a dream.  Eyes so tender and honest, none the less can break you with just a look.  Wild spirits submit to domesticity ( Read more... )

It's incredible how much things can change in 365 days.  8760 hours.  525600 minutes.  It never seems like all that much could happen when you break it down to minutes.  It's not that much time, in comparison to a lifespan.  But everything can change in those handful of minutes.
How long do we sleep each night?
How often do we just stare at the clock ( Read more... )

I'm not ok ( Read more... )

Winter. Summer. Winter. Summer. There is no “Spring” or “Autumn” anymore. The only times we see those seasons are when we are reading the History books from grammar school. I guess they still exist. But they only last a day or so. Not long enough to give them a complete season.

The first Spring I remember was when I was seven. April 23rd. ( Read more... )

My mortality has been tested ( Read more... )

2010, what a clusterfuck of a year.
New Years rolled in to empty liquor bottles, hangovers and amazing memories.  It was one of the best New Years I'd had in a while.  I went into the city a few days later to visit Tina.  It was fun.  A few days later, I got the phone call that a Wells sister had died.  She'd been my sister on our freshman ( Read more... )

There is still something that isn't real about any of this.  I still feel like I should be waking up from a dream.  How could you possibly be gone?  You burned with such an intense light that I am now left shivering in the darkness.  I've been trying to move on.  I see people getting back to their daily routines smiling, laughing, the whole nine.  ( Read more... )

All in Between, by Justin Zher.
Emotions falling out of my eyes like a free flowing river of pride. Fall to my knees wondering where all these thoughts come from that are inside. I'm still left wondering if we are all still standing still. Curling up my sleeves for another hard days work, questioning the greater purpose of it all. We are all ( Read more... )

we were supposed to fix each other.  that's the promise we made.  and you fucking left me holding the pieces.  i don't know what i'm supposed to do anymore.  how could you be so fucking stupid?  do you know that i'm dying here?  i feel so much guilt because the last time i saw you, I was so angry with you.  I needed a few days to cool off, and we ( Read more... )