There she is,
blonde hair and painted up face
with her beautifully crooked smile,
her soft eyes peering through the crowds.
"Where is he? He's not here.
Good.
Now I may resume life."
There he is,
black hair and painted up skin
with his beautifully crooked spine,
his bright eyes peering through the clouds.
"Here I am. She's not near.
Good.
Now I may start life."
Songs of Velvet inundate her ears
as warmth fills the back of her skull,
she collapses onto her bed–
dreaming of days long before.
"I rest my head upon my pillow.
Tired."
Songs' Folds inundate his ears
as cold mountain breezes brush his skin,
he rises from the stairs–
walking with carefully calculated steps.
"I lift my head into the sunlight.
Alive."
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
30 May 2014
25 May 2014
Post apocaliptic soft release party
As it turns out things are well. To my readers, or those who just stumble upon this site, finally there is something about my life that I can say I am excited about. Will start English Pedagogical studies in about a months time. What does this mean? I will be able to teach English here in Colombia, South America; or even a far away place like China. I really want to get away and see the world, there is so much to see, to taste, heart breaks to feel, loves to miss, and strange looks to be had! Hahahaha. Truly though, I am blessed in the sense that I have finally fallen into a groove which makes me want more than just a 9 to 5 with 401K, a wife, kids, and a dog named spot. I don't want any of those things. I want to gorge myself with reality, with life and the air of far away lands. I wish to sit beneath a giant tree in India and hang out with Yogi's. All of these things I wish to do, and they will happen.
I left the US because they wanted to turn me into a statistic, and I will not be made just a number of. I would much appreciate if the state of the United States made itself aware of the erroneous ways of what it is making its' people live. Either way, I escaped the prison state, and I find myself thankful for the experience itself. It is not easy to live something like that, and walk out unscathed. I am very lucky.
Still though, one person still runs through my mind. She will always do so. I do not understand my obsession with Sour Girl. It was her genius, her soft fingertips, the silky strands of her hair, possibly her eyes, or the soul which laid behind aching to be touched. Still I see her in my dreams, her voice is a voice of reason for me, and every time I happen to make a good decision it is her who I envision pleasing by doing so. I do not understand my sickness, all I know is that I still ache for her, and although she will never speak to her, I sometimes hope she peeks in here for a bit of my insanity, and knows that I have not forgotten her.
I left the US because they wanted to turn me into a statistic, and I will not be made just a number of. I would much appreciate if the state of the United States made itself aware of the erroneous ways of what it is making its' people live. Either way, I escaped the prison state, and I find myself thankful for the experience itself. It is not easy to live something like that, and walk out unscathed. I am very lucky.
Still though, one person still runs through my mind. She will always do so. I do not understand my obsession with Sour Girl. It was her genius, her soft fingertips, the silky strands of her hair, possibly her eyes, or the soul which laid behind aching to be touched. Still I see her in my dreams, her voice is a voice of reason for me, and every time I happen to make a good decision it is her who I envision pleasing by doing so. I do not understand my sickness, all I know is that I still ache for her, and although she will never speak to her, I sometimes hope she peeks in here for a bit of my insanity, and knows that I have not forgotten her.
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