Tuesday, September 29, 2009

#15

Uninspired infinitely unknowing. A heart leaps, a stomach churns, a brain swims, an eye waters. The certainty is that there is no certainty. Waiting, the end result is unknown, only two choices. It's scary, sad, how fast things can go bad. If it were known from the start, the end, would you still have continued? I think I would have, even if the end is hurt. The good times were there, passion, love. Faded like a book left in the sun too long.

I'll be here, but please don't leave me waiting too long.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

#14

What is supposed to happen will. Let it be, let it be. I want to know though the second you're over me.

Friday, September 25, 2009

#13

Spiraling downwards, into an unknown, walls stop me. It's difficult, I'm scared. I wish there were a door.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

#12

Flying through, zoning out. Low, lower, low. It's not coming down, it's coming around. I've taken my share, more than most could say. Karma works both ways. No patronization needed. They say time moves one way, one speed, one time. I disagree. Even if it's only in your head, if you believe it, it's true.

Make things. Do them fast. Do them right, but please fast. Patience is hard to grasp. Harder to put into action. If love is all you need, then I have everything.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

#11

If you feel something say it, you never know if you'll get the chance again. Life is so fragile. Everything is fragile in it's own form. If you feel something isn't right, don't keep it going. You're only prolonging things. Everyone wants to be happy, sometimes you have to sacrifice anothers for yours. It's sad, but sometimes you have to look out for yourself. You need to be happy before you worry about others happiness.

Monday, September 14, 2009

#10

Change your routine, go for a bike ride, read a book. Make life interesting. Technology is far too consuming. Don't let it be your life.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

#9

Time is irrelevant, what matters is feelings. There are no predetermined units of measurement each feeling should take to form and last. I don't like being angry or upset. I quell them because frankly life is too short to be in a bad mood.

The air is the fall air. The season may be summer, but it's merely a clever disguise. I've been through 20 autumns. I have a feeling this will be the best. The air is already crisp, and my mind is already floating. The dreams I've been having are amazing.

I wish this were forever.