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It's upsetting, and it seems unreal when you are suddenly shrouded in darkness when all there is is everything you have not yet engaged. To be sad over a vast and vague combination of reasons inside of a subtle intensity...where does one go to catch a breath? Confused and lackluster. We choose to abstain the connection to our outer identities and inner intentions...to live in an unknown chaos continuously and silently...while time passes by day after day. Your looks fade, and your mind grows tired...and the next thing you know when you try to open your eyes you are staring back at a stranger. Why does time disappear in the sweetest moments of our lives? Why are we left pondering in the shadows of a minutes passed?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thinking ahead.

Thinking ahead. Letting go of the gripping poison that has been binding for years. Life is too short to be unhappy and restless and bored. Taking a deep breath, eyes closed, waiting and changing. Prepare now for the future life you strive for. Don't dwell and let things pass you by because you would rather be in a horrid mood to prove a point that your demons possess you.

Vitamins, water, sleep, nutrients, movement...simple things maybe, but they are the tools you need to motivate yourself out of a rut.

There are a lot of things that are out of sync. For the sake of your life and sanity and that of your significant other rearrange and shuffle the things that demand the precious moments of your existence.

This doesn't make complete sense, but at least it's out on the table now.

Monday, June 14, 2010

no, never gone.

just momentarily unavailable; disconnected. All the time in the world is built into one second. Will you breathe in for me and let the air never fade? My darling, a dance in the shadows of a secret moon...tender (and faltered.) I am but a fraction away...but sometimes the multiplication of heart beats and sighs expands over the most scorching desert in a hind site, a millimeter from the next expectation or notion.

I am your rising sun, and I will also be your dying dusk. Together in a blink or an eternity; you can never escape me.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Empty Desires.

I can't exactly explain the title because I don't quite know myself what it means. But then again maybe I do. I used to write. Now I lean against a cold distant brick wall, and I can claim no attempts of kindling an old flame. It just left me one day; the urge, the driving need to write. I kind of sort of wander and feel an emptiness inside. When I became connected to someone it slowly started to slip away. Was I lifted from my life long angst? Maybe the void I feel just needs to be filled with happiness...as the angst no longer feeds from me. But not everything I used to write was depressing and angry. I wrote abstract flash fiction - what happened to that? I loved it.

Make me.