we judge without juries, becuase their opinion doesn't reflect ours.

...and this breath is the one i choose to be my last.

did he tell you he loved you before he left on the night he never made it home?

if we can't control our thoughts, should we expect to control ourselves?
if we can't stop pain, should we greet death?

if you must...

this entry concludes this journal.

im sure you can find me if you really need to...

a movement of blood progresses down my side in 3/4 timing.

from the tallest tree, we will fall like autumns leaves.
from the tallest tree, we will swing like tires.

i hate to think about it.

it's only after returning to a constant that we realize how variable we are.