My friends once asked me, "Why do you keep watching the same movie over and over again?"
Well, I guess I just like the feeling of knowing how things turn out.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It's raining
It's raining.
I go outside, and start walking. I head down the street and past the elementary school and through two intersections. I am soaked to the bone in about five minutes flat. That's when I start to run. I run so fast that my lungs start to ache and my legs burn, and finally when I cannot move another step I fling myself down on my back in the middle of the high school soccer field.
Once, I took acid here during a thunderstorm like this one. I lay down and watched the sky fall. I imagined the raindrops melting away my skin. I waited for the one stroke of lightning that would arrow through my heart, and make me feel one hundered percent alive for the first time in my whole sorry existence.
The lightning, it had its chance, and it didn't come that day. It doesn't come this morning, either.
So I get up, wipe my hair out of my eyes, and try to come up with a better plan.
I go outside, and start walking. I head down the street and past the elementary school and through two intersections. I am soaked to the bone in about five minutes flat. That's when I start to run. I run so fast that my lungs start to ache and my legs burn, and finally when I cannot move another step I fling myself down on my back in the middle of the high school soccer field.
Once, I took acid here during a thunderstorm like this one. I lay down and watched the sky fall. I imagined the raindrops melting away my skin. I waited for the one stroke of lightning that would arrow through my heart, and make me feel one hundered percent alive for the first time in my whole sorry existence.
The lightning, it had its chance, and it didn't come that day. It doesn't come this morning, either.
So I get up, wipe my hair out of my eyes, and try to come up with a better plan.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
FISH
Once, when I was a kid, I flushed my pet goldfish down the toilet. Keeping it cooped up in that tiny bowl somehow didn't seem right to me, and I wanted it to be free. Maybe someday finding his goldfish parents. It wasn't until years later that i found out the water from the toilets didn't lead to the sea. (Thats when i got to learn about the sewers and all)
At that moment i thought about what my goldfish would think. Expecting to emerge in the deep blue sea but ending up swimming in deep shit.
At that moment i thought about what my goldfish would think. Expecting to emerge in the deep blue sea but ending up swimming in deep shit.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Vampire?
About three things I was absolutely positive.
First, she is not a vampire. Short, clumsy, and her skin is definitely not pale white and ice cold. Hmm her breath is kinda sweet though but the other stuff don't match so I'm sure.
Second, there was a part of her - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that did not thirst for my blood. Well I bet she wouldn't drink my blood unless there was no more water left on this earth.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.
First, she is not a vampire. Short, clumsy, and her skin is definitely not pale white and ice cold. Hmm her breath is kinda sweet though but the other stuff don't match so I'm sure.
Second, there was a part of her - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that did not thirst for my blood. Well I bet she wouldn't drink my blood unless there was no more water left on this earth.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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