this is long over due, but i feel like this is the right time to make a new chapter in my lj history.

if anyone reads anything i say anymore, add awoodensea

at night time i disassemble. nothing carves open my chest and rips out my heart and soul and tosses them to my fears more than laying in my bed. i miss my life being more unstable, that was the whole point- it was so liquid and it could do anything and go anywhere and i was the master of my own design, crumbling it up and starting over the next ( Read more... )

"You were the light in the street, and you didn't tell me. You listened to me carefully as I saw the words that I thought in your eyes. Now those words seem faded, empty, far away. I don't have the strength to say them. I ignore them. I don't believe in them anymore.... Your free, and you're leaving. I thought of leaving too but to go where? We ( Read more... )

running through the garden ( Read more... )

the red balloon came a-knocking on a hot and sunny afternoon in june. and i laid on the baby haired grass in my front yard talking to you. a fishbowl headed man came ambling down my avenue with his elbow on his knee he leaned in and told me about tomorrow and before i knew the red balloon came back and it took him too. we walked down the coast, ( Read more... )

i woke up with memories popping around my head ( Read more... )

"how long does it take us to learn to keep our hands in our pockets and just watch most things fly around, out there where they belong ( Read more... )

my brain is pregnant with two babies of life and ideas and they live in great balls of honey where things like regret cannot get their fingers on them and they are unaware of the thick skin they will eventually have to wear to get by in this place... this fever dream we all toss and turn in but the sandman used glue this time... somewhere along the ( Read more... )

i keep saying this about my shoes but i bought them on jan. 1, 2007 and i meant to get a new pair this jan. 1 but i neglected but the point was to take a year long trip in my shoes and then when that year is up to put them in their box where i got them and write a little memoir about what i did in all of them... i can't even count all the new ( Read more... )

you lay there in a filter of midnight blue and sometimes a car's headlights gaze across your room and you count to five like you have a million hands but every minute after 2 is a secret world night shares with you, a place where the clocks hands never point to. your mind is at the bottom of the deep end of the pool arms crossed cheeks blue and ( Read more... )