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About Me

I'll give this is another shot:I try to be really simple. Do what I love, love the people around me no matter what, and look for the thing that makes my world the happiest it could possibly be. Live simply, love with all you've got, and things will turn out alright in the end. The bumps and bruises along the way let you know you're living, and if you're not squirming, you'll never get to know who you really are.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My dad...but not for awhile still. Only when we're both ready.

My Blog

Crooked Grin

Got to hang out with my mom for father's day. It was nice, and getting to talk with her so much really brought some things to light. I am fucking happy, like really damn happy with life right now. It'...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 10:27:00 GMT

Our Glass

Powdered and spilling down, trickling over the ground at my feet. My insides run out in hourglass fashion, curved and cracked glass barely holding. Time leaks away, thoughts drain down and out across ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:16:00 GMT

Swelling

Oh, man. I'm tired. It's been a long few days for some reason. The party, recovering, kids camp....lots of emotions flying around on top of all the business. Lots of in-between feelings that push and ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 14:58:00 GMT

A Little Bit of Nothing Going On

I could ride for eternity, these thick waves of your eyes. Deep and lost, not as simple as you would breathe. I miss the crush, the movement of your voice, this maze that has me lost and wandering, wi...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jun 2009 13:16:00 GMT

Something on My Mined

Dig deeper, but what's the rush? The flood of feelings, this rising tide. Sing to the bubbling ground that leaks up, fills the gaps left from rusty shovels and tools broken and scattered on this groun...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:24:00 GMT

Singled Out

Smile the breath from my lungs while I scream you in silence...these quiet nights of cold mist and running wind through the gaps between fingers. A space that doesn't exist, a winter dreamed but never...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 12:08:00 GMT

Savory, This Pain

Pen to paper to bleed this heart dry. A pain that surfaces while paper shreds and cuts. Hands bleed from these ribbons, from writing too fast on this jagged paper with no sympathy...tears pour down in...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 09:33:00 GMT

Kneeling

Well, I'm still here. Fuck. Yesterday was not a happy day. I'm trying to make sure and keep my head up. Must all be happening for a reason...blah blah.  aaahhh....well, the weekend will be here soon. ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 08:19:00 GMT

Spring

She smiles and I can't help but smile back. It's so bright in here while these worlds spin together. How did I ever go without this? How does this world create such a beautiful painting and keep it qu...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 07:53:00 GMT

Did you smile?

So many thoughts, but so little to say these days. Life's been a ride, and I seem to have stopped the engine and let things slow down a bit. How you dance in this world, how you walk this step and kic...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:35:00 GMT