Wheredowegofromhere? |
Its sort of odd, when your stuck between a dream and the concrete. It's like you see yourself, as you'd truly like to be. See it so clearly, and it makes you feel so strong, and so sure, and there is ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:28:00 GMT |
Separate yourself. |
So this is something I began doing a couple of years ago.I made a list. A list of goals. Goals that needed to be accomplished. Goals whose time had come.And I put this list somewhere visible. Somewhe...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 15:08:00 GMT |
And to make sure you don’t forget... |
To do the things you love. Cause when the stress is eating your face, and the color is drained from the sky, and you feel your teeth are rotting, and your hands can't shake the shakes, and you shrink ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 21:36:00 GMT |
11/20/07 |
Today, I barely have the strength to say anything.A word of advice:Just be better.
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
11/19/07 |
But it won't be an everyday thing.I can't even possibly pretend to be that exciting or fresh.Or even how long this whole thing will last. It will forever be on the verge of collapse. Like most things ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:58:00 GMT |
Beginning. |
So this is going to be an experiment or so. And I don't really know if it benefits anyone at all, except myself. Meaning, you may not care. But in this form, I will choose to say something and perhaps...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 20:39:00 GMT |
States of affair. |
Something of a quick deposition. A union of places and things. Some in constant flux and song. Some sitting still in blissful union.Its not wisdom, or tension or anything so deep and imaginative which...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 17:45:00 GMT |
It isn't perfect, but it's light. |
On a day of giving, I give it away. The past and those mistakes I could never comprehend.The memories I could barely sustain. The manner in which I locked the hurried worries in a forest with no shame...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 19:20:00 GMT |
Words. |
If it is your destiny to be this laborer called a writer. You know you've got to go to work everyday, but you also know you're not going to get it everyday. You have to be prepared, but you really don...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 16:47:00 GMT |
Buoy. |
And so it is. My chances of retiring by the time I'm 40 seemed to have perished. The dream is no longer. As quickly as I was a part of this amazing opportunity and project, it is as soon over. There a...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 23:24:00 GMT |
