smelling of nothing but an Indian bistro, bright blue pool paint splashes my hands
ugly mugs, nerts, and a purple crayon make the afternoon. mall cop, honeybush vanilla, and prayer make the night
kicking a ball around with old and new friends reminds me of the inevitable pull of time
stars and a bottle of wine in the bed of truck ends with "i love you."
alone once again, and it feels so good. Es muy bueno ser solo.
revelations and hair cuts, i feel a change a coming.
working by day, running by night, life in fast forward with only 48 hours and counting.
6.01.2008
the best summer ever.
once upon a time, there was a conversation.
sadly without hugs but with the promise of sno cones.
a spoonful of peanut butter makes the memories flood.
learn their names they said: brown cow, dill pickle, red spirit.
astounded by God's imagination with planet earth.
oh teach me how to love without pride or prejudice.
God speaks amidst abundant alliteration, melted milk duds, and gouging gas prices.
can you hear Him among the noise? could there maybe be a password?
the sweetness of strawberries on a summer night. blurred stars are my only sight.
avril plays. i sing. with windows down in honor of someone's birthday.
my excuses died today at approximately 8:42pm. no need for a funeral. they were cremated.
what is love among friends if the origin of it all is never recognized?
books, books, and more books! filling my mind with endless thoughts and never-ending questions.
i must run to end up where i started.
wondering what the secret is that makes us all color our pictures with such distinct styles, yet still using the same crayons.
with the top down, my soul whispers to take the long way home just to enjoy the long and winding roads before the the chaos hits.
the beauty of Twilight lingers as words rush through the winding paths of my thoughts.
they keep chasing after, i continue to run away. it's time to stop hiding behind the panels.
how can I hate the phone yet love the voice rising from it so much?
if only to have two hearts and thus place them where no distance matters.
a new discovery awaits. i do not guide my own steps.
learn to wait. listen. act. only a week with the world seeming to lay in all directions.
the clocks are ticking around me, and i'm dying for change. tell me when.
bike riding bliss and old friendships spring to life.
soul sisters reconnect over an Enchanted backyard bbq.
the sno has melted in anticipation of sparkling explosives.
peach cobbler has me anticipating the fall in more ways than one.
sadly without hugs but with the promise of sno cones.
a spoonful of peanut butter makes the memories flood.
learn their names they said: brown cow, dill pickle, red spirit.
astounded by God's imagination with planet earth.
oh teach me how to love without pride or prejudice.
God speaks amidst abundant alliteration, melted milk duds, and gouging gas prices.
can you hear Him among the noise? could there maybe be a password?
the sweetness of strawberries on a summer night. blurred stars are my only sight.
avril plays. i sing. with windows down in honor of someone's birthday.
my excuses died today at approximately 8:42pm. no need for a funeral. they were cremated.
what is love among friends if the origin of it all is never recognized?
books, books, and more books! filling my mind with endless thoughts and never-ending questions.
i must run to end up where i started.
wondering what the secret is that makes us all color our pictures with such distinct styles, yet still using the same crayons.
with the top down, my soul whispers to take the long way home just to enjoy the long and winding roads before the the chaos hits.
the beauty of Twilight lingers as words rush through the winding paths of my thoughts.
they keep chasing after, i continue to run away. it's time to stop hiding behind the panels.
how can I hate the phone yet love the voice rising from it so much?
if only to have two hearts and thus place them where no distance matters.
a new discovery awaits. i do not guide my own steps.
learn to wait. listen. act. only a week with the world seeming to lay in all directions.
the clocks are ticking around me, and i'm dying for change. tell me when.
bike riding bliss and old friendships spring to life.
soul sisters reconnect over an Enchanted backyard bbq.
the sno has melted in anticipation of sparkling explosives.
peach cobbler has me anticipating the fall in more ways than one.
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