Wednesday, October 24, 2012

i know we can keep going

It's like being caught in a snow storm on the way to the beach. All I have is a bike, beach towel, a swim suit and some flip flops. Suddenly the snow is so deep up my bare legs. But instead of trying to avoid the storm and find safety, I lay down and take a nap. While becoming  frozen,  I dream of the beach as it's supposed to be instead facing of the reality of the blizzard right before me. 

Monday, October 22, 2012

falling from cloud nine

I keep on telling myself that there is a point to all of this. The fibs I whisper to my thoughts that it'll all be worth it. That there are lessons to be learned and plenty of fish in the sea.
But I've never loved a human more. 
And on that day, I want it to be him. More than anything.
But sometimes I wonder where all of this is going and what we are doing here. Why can't it be? 
The amount of love and happiness he brings could supply for a lifetime. 
But at the end of the day, I ponder the possibility.
(s o m e t i m e s  l o v e  i s  n o t  e n o u g h)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

take my hand, i'll teach you to dance

Plus I got these 50/50 skull candies today,. Thanks Vivint!
 It's dark and I'm getting cold, time to go in and return to unknown lives.  For a moment, let's set here and pretend that everything can be. Happiness is a smile, and those blue eyes. Remember me. Remember this moment. It's a compliment that lights up your day and the laugh that lasts a lifetime. Just another typical Tuesday night, just as you said it would be. And maybe Seuss was right, sometimes the questions are complicated, but the answers are simple.
 I couldn't be happier, simply, couldn't be happier.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

it's not what i came here for

I spend the day alone. I talk to some familiar faces from high school or my apartment building, but for the most part, I'm alone.  I spend so much of my time walking. Walking to my classes, walking to school, walking to the office, walking to the library, walking  to my room, walking up the stairs, walking down the stairs, walking walking walking. Walking is a lonely activity. I walk by thousands of people a day that I know nothing about. Some days I miss the hum of the drama being spread around the commons at Timpview High School. I remember the day my junior year that I thought it would be interesting to eat lunch alone and I failed after a few minutes because someone joined me. Nowadays, I eat alone quite often. I've been involved with too many conversations of silence these days. 

I'm just a lonely person in a lonely place.