sycamore

and I've sat underneath the shade of a sycamore tree,

looked upon the blue skies of a cloudless day when the sun is shining

so understand that the majority of days are truly like this;

we just choose to believe otherwise.

So this is a declaration that our time is short;

live the life you wish to pursue.

People are often limited by the restrictions they place upon themselves, and I,

I've decided to break these shackles, toss them to the side,

and walk down the road that many wish they had journeyed, but didn't.

Kristie Ann Kovarovic

Her laugh and smile just makes me happy. She's the only one who can brighten my day. SHE IS AWESOME. EVERYONE SHOULD LOVE HER. THANK YOU. BYE.

dark night quotes

"You see, it's the slow knife, the knife that takes its time, the knife that waits years without forgetting, then slips quietly between bones. That's the knife that cuts deepest."

" Oh, you think darkness is your ally. You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man. By then, it was nothing to me but blinding! The shadows betray you because they belong to me."

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new laces

Walk in the shoes of another man and you'll find that the soles are well worn.
It's time to buy new laces.

dig.

and the man experienced a digression on character.
He was once sociable, but now his only comfort comes from solitude.
social situations cripple him because he is unable to feel like he belongs.
But that's how he has felt his entire life; as an outsider.
Like living in the skin of a different person, only to question who he is while staring into a blank reflection that the mirror casts.
Or moving from one state to the next and being shuffled from one group of people to the next.
All of them disappearing, much like ocean waves reclaiming imprinted footsteps.

she.

words fall short of doing her justice;
and these midnight drives with Blink182 are indicative that this is now home.

past memories which caused for restless nights disappear when she is around
so come around more often, and you'll find that concrete steps lead to an unlocked door
and next to me, on top of George's Resting Bed, will be a spot waiting for you.

disc

So it looks like you've learned something that you wouldn't have thought.
Maybe these skeletons need to be aired out; or maybe they should remain dormant.
This thorn in my side is a constant reminder that I am only but mortal.
If I twist to much in either direction I am bound to suffocate with pain, but sometimes this pain is the only source of solace that remains in what I once thought had meaning.
I am like hermit, moving from one shell to the next; in constant search of that which I can not obtain.
So let me travel along this sandy waterway waiting to be washed out by the incoming waves.
Let these waves take me to where all the others in similar positions have been taken;
nowhere.
And I wish for these things, but I know that true meaning still exists.
Who knows, maybe it's close.
And I'll continue on.
Much like I have, and much like I will.

fortune

It's safe to say the fortune-teller couldn't predict this outcome.
Even with much experience gazing into a crystal ball, only speculation can be drawn.
On top of plush red sheets this woman will sit, waiting to lure the next victim in;
giving false promises of what the future has to offer.
A light haze of incense will incapsulate the room, providing the true affirmative of Gypsy dwelling.
And her legs will be spread.
The whispering eye serving as an intermediate for male cooperation.

But man is only man, and urges must be satisfied.

shade

In this moment, life seems to be clear.
But just as the sun fades to red, climates are ever changing.

Red Balloon

And the balloon left the hand of a teary eyed child;

Clenching his fist and cursing a God who would allow such a thing.

Hands held high reaching for something that has long since disappeared.

Memories, gone.

This balloon simply being one of the many that will dissipate shortly.