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Thirdeye1001

About Me

This scene is by far the most beautiful scene I've ever witnessed. After all these years it still makes me remember... And then, it still makes me cry... "Please, let me keep this memory... Just this one..."Well, hmm... What to say? I like to swim, go to clubs, hang with friends, and meet new people. I love to laugh, smile, and enjoy life. Oh, right! I like to walk in the rain... Yep, I'm one of those guys. That's right... If there's anything you should know about me, it's that I want to feel. I want to explore, and I always want to learn. I have an affinity for all forms of art, culture, language, music, literature, and the countless things one can contrive in philosophy. The mind is my hobby in which I never tire. So beautiful as it grows and shares ideas; as a tree, growing every day to extend closer to the light around it, exploring more with each branch grown. The wind through the leaves and falling rain are my favorite, likes sighs of relief, these sounds seem to me. The color of the earth is my true color in life, and in it, there’s much to feel and perceive. But who am I to tell you who I am? I'm still finding out, myself. Feel free to read. I share ideas and thoughts of not only my experience, but those emotions felt by many, or rather, the way I see them. This is a place for ideas and expression. As you read, perhaps you’ll see what I see, or maybe you’ll see something much more. I think of my writing as a puzzle, with each piece, I come closer to understanding things a bit differently, and perhaps a tad more.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Those who learn from this short time we have, someone to teach me, and one whom does not fear to learn themselves. I'm looking for a friend...

My Blog

Dare I say, Love Actually Does Exist?

In a world when love is just a word, and our feelings; just a so called chemical induced illusion, let the voice of our souls whisper beneath illusive proofs to subconsciously mind us that love is onl...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:12:00 GMT

The Pursuit of Happiness

I can hear the echoes of our fathers and mothers, all passed to their children the puzzles and problems that some have either solved, or passed entirely.  It is everyone's lesson old and young, the sa...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 16:15:00 GMT

And Rise to the Life We Choose

I lay flat with my eyes to the ceiling. The music in my ears pumps into me and gives grace to thought and idea. I feel the rage, the joy, and the curiosity that surges through me and the world lies ah...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 18:55:00 GMT

In What Change Do We See?

The bodies in the streets heave not only a great stench of malice and refutable anger we hold inside, but also the self destructive reasoning that, if I cant be given this, I will take it.  My eyes...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 11:57:00 GMT

Captive Life

Flesh on fingers break as my untamed curiosity lay hold on my touch to explore the surface of these walls around me.  Damp, dark, and cracked from times unforgiving presence, they have a posture that...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 14:57:00 GMT

Question...

My eyes bare warmth to skies above to reveal a new kind of elating gesture. At this, shown prone to death, and thus a sigh, to what exhales express the ease of all forms to the gesture. Not a difficul...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 10:32:00 GMT

Loss to Gain

The falling feeling passes through her hair, all things have stopped, except her, yet she falls too fast to see them.  As she looks out to all things passing, she attempts to reach and grab just a pie...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 23:32:00 GMT

A Question of Fate

The night&  She cries to me with a voice so soft; the fluttering of a butterflys wings could drown their whispers.  I gesture a finger to my lips to request silence from all things, save her, but suc...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 00:36:00 GMT

Abrupt Reprise...

I look around a room filled with black tiles and yellow stained walls. There's nothing but a window with pins of light shining through the chipped paint on the pains of glass. The sun peppers the dus...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 07:32:00 GMT

Share and share alike

The sky will roll about it's own, through old and new winds we breathe. The sounds will rise through the air, and whisk away worry from our hearts, to tell us that it's okay. We will find a day the s...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 15:27:00 GMT