spacebar.

it's a big world
and my cup is running empty
past paint streaked walls
and missed phone calls
i'm stirring silently on the side
there's little respect left here
and there's no room to forgive
after i stepped over one more boundary
and now i know
oh god, i know
it's about time to end
and start.

can't talk, food in my mouth.

wahoo!
moving on up in the world (except I will always suck at car washing..)

1-2 crush on you.

WANT.

i'm alive.

i kept my heart in a vault
told myself i'd keep it there forever
and just when i had it all together
you came along
so i turned all my shields on
but something kept pulling us closer
i kept wanting to run back
but my feet kept pressing on
this game that we kept playing
eventually gave out
i never knew that i could once again
see such beauty
my mind kept shouting
try it, it's worth it
and you didn't prove me wrong
the world isn't as cold
as i had once thought it was
and you showed that to me
every second we had together

thanks for bringing me back to life

i'll make a flag.

bones of shale and shells
waves of rhythmic hearts beat
trying to reach the shore
tides and ripples of desire
sweeping us by under currents
how far will we go beneath
the surface of the sea.

h.

great expectations.

blinking and stoned
rain in your hair
you only smoke 'cause it's something to share
singing bring on the night
to have and to hold
the sodium light turning silver to gold

Yosemitebear Mountain Giant Double Rainbow 1-8-10

this. made. my. day.
lol!

doors.

i'm burrowing, and opening doors that i think make sense
so many doors, so little time

The Envy Corps - Story Problem

i love how they filmed this with mxc! so funny.

blank canvas.

it would be so much easier if i had all the pieces to my jig-saw collection of life right in front me. to be free to see which pieces (paths, choices) fits best with the rest.
because it's all askew (and of course it would be).
yep, call me impatient.

intelligence pons on intelligence.

it's not enough for silence to fill in all the little cracks. it's just a reminder of all that is us, that sometimes, nothing really has to be said. and if we should speak, what is it exactly that we should say. it probably wasn't in the right place at the right time anyway. nothing would have changed. nothing else, however probable, could have been created.
and, in a constant dilemma of character, we spin from individual to individual, trying to glue pieces of ourselves with the pieces of another in our lifelong striving to become whole. this is what our generation sees. not the confines of religion, or culture. but instead, of what makes each and everyone of us unique.
give us knowledge, and we'll give you love.

h.

concrete.

i'm floating
and trying to absorb
the beauty of everything
and everyone.
you and i, we're not concrete
and it wouldn't make sense if we,
or anyone,
were.