all winter i listened to lee hazlewood and mourned the end of the loft. the annex building, 4th floor 5,000 square foot dream, just like a dream, faded by morning with severed nuance hanging in place over my head ( Read more... )

I'm in the library on campus cooling down. I went to the gym to work out but things got serious and it turned into a battle between body and mind. I was fine running around then I went to the weights gym and it was downhill from there. First, I feel it necessary to mention that entering a weights gym can be intimidating. Not because it's filled ( Read more... )

I quit smoking. Happy birthday Dad.

half-brown, half-german ( Read more... )

the pain came at me blind and sharp, so i welcomed it with a clenched face holding tears down and back then splashing them around my cheekbones. i could feel my heart clenching and my fists clenching and my feet sliding back and forth across the mattress. i thought about people's faces, then new york city, then those people again, and waited for ( Read more... )

I awoke from a lucid dream. the stairs of the loft winding. me, chasing. in the loft the people were laughing like clowns. i walked into the shower and confronted my past. at the end i said "this is a dream isn't it?" He said "yes it is." And like a whirlwind spiral I was sucked away from the dream and into the calmness of my own room. The fan ( Read more... )

i tried to listen to unchained melody. a special version of it. i looked it up on youtube ( Read more... )

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i've been writing in journals since 1st grade. there is no wonder it's difficult for me to share my private feelings by word of mouth. i'm so used to self-nurture and medication through the pen. writing on the internet is much different than writing in journals, as we can expect. when i write a paper for school, i am unable to write it on a word ( Read more... )

the past few nights are definitely episodes in FUCK IT, WHO CARES ( Read more... )