Wood Floors, High Heels |
My life is going in it's own direction. No painted lines and the signs we used to follow just bit the curb. It's all gravel and sand from here. Maybe we'll find paradise; maybe we'll find that light. ...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 10:56:00 PST |
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out |
If you had the chance to go back and change something you really wish you could, would you even think twice? Where you wish you could so badly, that you've already got the plans and the blueprints mad...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:08:00 PST |
So Close |
You could be the reason I'm alive.
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 07:47:00 PST |
This One Girl; Take Two |
I began to clean the house today when I stumbled upon an old blog that I once posted on this little thing, that's dated all the way back to January 5, 2006. I have no idea to why I took it down, it mi...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:05:00 PST |
The Innocent Letter |
I wish I was a kid again. Where emotion played the role of my best friend stealing my crayons during coloring time. Where the words, "go to your room," were the only existence of sadness. And the mons...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 12:47:00 PST |
Hazel & Blue |
I'd like to take this time to, once again, annouce how much I love and appreciate my wonderful girlfriend, Kathrin Elizabeth Bialek. Everyone has their own story, to me it's nothing. For some peo...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 11:35:00 PST |
Everything You Thought You Knew |
"Put yourself on the line. It's safe than you've ever felt before." If there's any quote to live by, it's that of which I do. It has reached that point in my life, where it is now time to redefine eve...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 11:04:00 PST |
These Days Feel Like Years |
I am the glass. I don't look in the mirror because the only time I'll see a reflection is when I'm with you. And in that time, I become so pre-occupied with you that the arms on the clock tick by...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 11:58:00 PST |
Beautiful Superstition |
Throughout my life, my history, I've marked dates where forgotten is all that they've become. Throughout our history, we've marked dates that will echo passed days of my physical existance. I have bec...
Posted by i'm addicted to words & they're useless on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:43:00 PST |
