i'm no atheist and i'm sure as hell not a conservative christian ( Read more... )

this life is too beautiful ( Read more... )

maybe i just need sleep ( Read more... )

the springtime scenes fade in the blazing fall. can you pinpoint the turning? the brilliance of dying sunlight gives way to streetlight glow. do you know the moment of the changing? lamplight concedes to dawn. where did the night leave exactly? to and fro, rise and fall, waves rushing, retreating, crashing ( Read more... )

it's your last moment- what do you have to say? make it poignant, make it perfect. don't let it slip away. fill the empty space with anything, just make it true. say, "i'm sorry," "you're wonderful," or "i love you." tell me why we save earnesty for those broken moments of goodbye, how everything becomes clear only when tears fill our eyes. ( Read more... )

in this syncopated circadian ( Read more... )

the fog sweeps over the skyline, obscuring all but a string of streetlights in festive ambiguity. i love how even at my breakneck speed, every inch of the city remains still in this weather. i love the way the rainfall wipes away the distance, while my own tears erase the past as life carries me forward ( Read more... )

there was a day not too long ago that i skated through a quaint town in the most overcast and still weather i'd seen in a while. without wind in my world, i was overly animated in a calendar portrait. sans shadow in the solace, i was the only person who truly existed in a post apocalyptic society. the people i passed on the sidewalk were merely ( Read more... )

take me somewhere ( Read more... )

maybe i was a moonbeam or a sonnet in a past life. it would explain a lot, make so much sense. perhaps there is nothing before or after this. as the religious suspect, death could be the real beginning. what they forget is arrogance is never correct and faith is not knowing. i guess regardless of what came before or lies ahead, i'll take the ( Read more... )