Inspire This!

What great things would you attempt if you knew you could not fail.--Robert H. Schuller

We must become the change we want to see.--Mahatma Gandhi

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.--Ralph W. Emerson

And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.--Abraham Lincoln

remember people:

Intergalactic Sense Of Heaviness

Again you go.

Both faced outwards.

Not looking to stay, nor staying to know.

The timetable has passed.

Our journey's don't cross.

We held on to the laughs in

addition to the loss.

The time was real and refreshingly true.

Six years still gone & my heart is still

infected with you.

The Past Lies Under The Dust

nostalgia: nos.tal.gia (no.stah.juh) n. 1. a bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.

Before she knew it, she was right back there again. Awaiting a response. Some form of flattery or half full nostalgia. Although she tried to trick her mind into reassuring itself, it was nothing more than a breezy recurrence, she knew better. She knew that her thoughts would dance around the wrong side of the tracks. Inhaling the memories that she once considered regrets. Exhaling charming little, indifferent remembrances.

Questions, inevitably, have made their way to the surface, as she climbs into bed and faces the ceiling. Arms above her head, she reflects with a smile. Wondering how the years have changed herself and the person in question. Wondering how it may not have changed them at all. Not lost, just wondering..

Did they miss the same thing? Was there still a blanket of comfort that no one else has filled since their union? With a toss of her pillow she escapes her intrusive mind. Logic has presented itself useful with it's auto-shut off valve. Ut-oh there it goes again. Apprehensively submerging back into the past, she closes her eyes and thinks once again. And maybe it'll never change. Maybe that's just the one person she'll always find herself pondering over. Maybe she can break away from the thoughts before the morning comes. Or maybe, he'll just haunt her forever.

Playing with ghosts intrigued her, afterall.

Whiskey Love

inside a whiskey bottle
i wallow.
waking up in cold sweats
feeling hollow.
another drink until
tomorrow.
sometimes this truth is
hard to swallow,
unlike the whiskey
that drowns my sorrow.
in the future-there lies
a past.
things i've done come
to haunt me, Alas.
seeing horrible visions.
my life
aghast.
from this bottle.
i'll drink my last.
--michael l. lewis

Strangely Fine

Ahem. I've returned.

Seeing as how I've been rather M.I.A. throughout the entire summer of '11. Allow me to explain my absence;

A mixture of the computers I use being douches, me being a lazy asshole and filling my time with nothing but smoking & sitting around. Which technically goes hand in hand with me being a lazy asshole. But whatever-the-case, in the words of Eminem, yes I'm quoting Eminem, "I'm back and I am razor sharp Baby! With a capital "B" and an exclamation mark maybe."

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My summer has been interesting to say the least. Definitely a coming of age, foreal. When I have more liberty to discuss exactly what I mean, I shall. But until then, know this--I'm feeling strangely fine.

Trouble Shooting

There are times in life when you wonder what's going on. There are times in life when you wonder how you'll get by. And then there are times like now--when I'm wondering what. the. FUCK. is up with this blog. Fuck you.

Chance Taken

With the air getting breezier and warmer, and the times changing faster than you can say, "What the fuck?", I find myself in an uproar of chaotic emotion. I find myself belly button deep in a nameless ocean and I've got not a canoe or a paddle.

When foreign feelings creep up and make you act impulsively, like a free spirited 10 year old, you don't usually question the outcome. Cause that wouldn't be being free. Taking chances is tricky for sure. How will you ever know what something's worth if you don't dig a little. Live a little. Not think so much. Will I live to regret this chapter? And will it be worth it? I guess if it's worth it, you can't really regret, huh?

Time will tell I suppose. I've got arms.. and at this rate, I can swim for days.