truly inspiring. (edited) |
I came across a blog written by a man named Charles Broadway, and it really caught my attention. The following is a portion of his blog that I found particularly interesting. Thanks, Charl... Posted by allison on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:19:00 PST |
nostalgia. |
they are all around me. everything i see, everything i hear, everything i touch, everything i smell, everything i taste. they are all distant memories of better days, of times we took for ... Posted by allison on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 08:34:00 PST |
ten feet off the ground. |
We swing like pendulums, but eventually we must come to a halt. Only time can tell what lies in store for us next. Some of us remain where we are and continue to hang, while the rest ... Posted by allison on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 02:43:00 PST |
sleep. |
it is the only way to escape.
. . . Posted by allison on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:41:00 PST |
you have no idea... |
...how much i fucking want this piano. holy son of a mother father. Posted by allison on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:42:00 PST |
realization. |
i love without a limit. and that is my curse.
. . . Posted by allison on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 05:19:00 PST |
short. |
His thoughts are running wildemotions far from mildBehind his steady composureis everything you never wanted to see
But fear him notWaste him notRush him notQuestion not his questioning eyes
Beli... Posted by allison on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 02:42:00 PST |
hope. |
the images in your mind. they come almost instantaneously, as vivid as a child's imagination. such a shame that they do not exist. the look on your face tells me you have been deceiv... Posted by allison on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 02:04:00 PST |
a simple phrase. |
"i'll talk to you tomorrow."
a simple phrase. a phrase uttered by him the night before in a dreadfully unsatisfying conversation over the phone. it preceded nothing special. special ... Posted by allison on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 02:47:00 PST |
This Last Piece Of Mind |
Beneath the weight of the ceiling, the fan waves across a vertical horizon in my eyes. So hypnotizing, the strings of silver hanging, moving with each rotation of the fan. Almost as if the ceiling wa... Posted by allison on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 01:03:00 PST |