This journey will go on for quite some time I can bide my time staring out into the open passing trees and foothills and mountains for as much as I want find spaces where I can store my thoughts and watch them fly past me not worried about their staying inside or their purpose flowing… Continue reading spaces with you
let me run like an aquifer under the land, waiting to burst open through the seams of earth when you least expect me to.
it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream
i'm sorry i had to do it - wash myself down the drain and rise from tunnels of shit to see what it meant to have you and all the other good things in life
The forest calls me as I walk into the fog blown by the wind and in patches shows me a vibrant green that can only be seen after an evening drizzle. I'm not thinking and nothing bothers me as I float into the fog and into the forest -green the kind that can only be… Continue reading a chance afternoon
i'm sure i heard a sob from the other side of the room echoing as the silent night grew darker and everything else was still just the sound of continuous sobbing escalating with every minute pitching low and then high i couldn't quite muster up the will to wake up from my bed and open… Continue reading a place more beautiful than this
i particularly liked muffled days covered with clouds and hopes of rain days where the sun shines in half muted notes , spent indoors with an unlikely calm in the air and all the birds seem pretty excited and the trees rustle, slowly back and forth waiting to quench there's a lot of hope around… Continue reading half-sun, half-cloudy and a little bit of rain
smoke rises from the lone building on a hill lights lit up so high mistaken for stars when drunk sitting on balconies drinking through the night with people who you can talk to the lights shimmering as the whiskey settles within the world will never be the same again let away all the pain/\
here i am sitting with dim lights on waiting for insanity to strike and give me a few words to write and i wait and nothing arrives but the pain of not having anything to write and spit out the shit in my head.
we all believe it you believe it i believe it children in schools are taught to believe that we are all part of something greater that we have a heroic role in all the happenings of the world a greater purpose and by the time we learn of the truth we are tired of being… Continue reading heroes