Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I. Can. Breathe.

Not again.
Not now.
Not for the first time.
Just that I can.
And it is good.
So fantastically good.


Sunday, August 9, 2009

I stopped caring about you when you made suffering a trend. 


Sunday, July 5, 2009

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Just bought this new Flip Video MinoHD Camcorder . Customized it to have one of Nate K.'s picture on it. I am pretty excited about it. ^__^ It has a picture from Thailand which I am ecstatic about.
Yes. I am back to recording EVERYTHING.
~A Buy

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Simply Intricate

I can't look at us in the same way anymore.
The same dull light, where we were unnoticed
or placed in marked boxes. Set aside.
No, not anymore...
There is definitely something going on.

I have to keep on telling myself:
People are simply intricate.

There is no rest from these feelings.
Though, I don't want them gone.
Even when I am alone. Even in the noise.
I still think about them.
It is far from a comfortable feeling.
It sinks inbetween my ribs.
I know what my heart is for.
He placed it there. I can't look away now.

~Thought on a Thought
Photo: Nate Kaiser

"I long to set the captives free..." -JLF

Placed to be delicate...

...not frail.


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Stepping out in.

I am stepping out towards something more than just myself.
There is a flux of that something absorbing into the framework that holds these bones.
It's hard to hold up.


Monday, June 15, 2009

Normal People.

Normal people would throw up when there stomach twists out.
I... let it sit there.
It's the price you pay when you don't want to taste your own acid.
This time I definitely feel it.


Saturday, June 13, 2009

Here. Again.

Here. Again.
This time, the space inbetween my lungs don't leak...
It pours.
It pours clear and glistens alabaster.
Towards you.
For you.
No need for mending.
Just the need for you to see the wisps of me.


Remember that girl? Remember that guy?

Remember those people who did not know you at all, but still came up to you in hopes to cheer you up when you were clearly intoxicated with despondency? I remember them. Why I never stayed in touch is lost on me.


This is just for a start.

Purpose: To air out stuck thoughts...
...into more obscure thoughts.