long time

and it seems that I've lost my mood ring, so maybe I'll turn to her and ask about how I really feel.

dec6

So the ominous clouds split for five minutes to allow a ray of sunlight to shine through; and this sunlight, well, it followed you.

fuck you

It had to be thrown away. And so it went, gone as quickly as it came. Nine floors of cinder-block walls and asbestos doesn't seem far enough to be honest. Sweep this plane from a carpeted floor over a balcony and send it soaring through the air; make sure uncharted territories are involved and new faces are all that will be seen. These familiar faces only provide confirmation that time is being wasted distastefully.

affe

Some thing turn my heart to stone, and so far I'm invisible. And when you turned your head, enough of my heart was left on that cold pavement that I didn't think I'd have enough left to carry on anymore.

porch

These wooden slates have seen better days. Crevices filled with wood rot and mold make it hard to believe that this was once apart of a great forest. A place filled with trees that towered like New York skyscrapers. And instead of vendors selling hot dogs, outlying bushes provide blackberries. So take a handful of natures fruit and enjoy a non-manufactured good. Seems like that's all that is present anymore; manufactured items, wether it be food or people.

eulogy

At my grandfathers funeral, I can remember my grandmother giving a particularly poignant eulogy about her lifelong partner. She spoke, through clenched teeth and teared eyes, about how her husband had remained a man of God throughout his days walking the earth. Struggling to produce the words which would convey the heaviest weight, she stressed how he had been a "shepherd for the sheep." The reference gave acknowledgement to the principle that my grandfather was able to steer those with less vision in a more godly direction. And while my grandmother continued to elaborate for another thirteen and a half minutes about her better half being gone, my mind remained occupied with the words she had given.
So in that moment, with a passing breeze sending the final leaf off a weathered oak tree, a thought resonated throughout my entire being. I understood that I was no shepherd like my grandfather had been. Noble traits which he possessed were those which I lacked. The knight in shining armor that he would be memorialized as would be forgotten entirely when I would find myself six feet under.
I also recognized that I was no sheep. Even when visibility was low, I had always been able to traverse a path that had served me well.
While standing next to my father, whose shoulders were heavy burdened with grief, I concluded that my nature was one of much greater darkness. Neither shepherd or sheep, I was wolf; Stalking my prey, waiting for a moment of weakness to arise so I can pounce on the weakest and painfully drag them off to a secluded area where they suffer their last moments before finding out that their religion was a scam the entire time.

So from that moment on, I looked at those around me differently.

MA109

So you sit there, unassuming. The pencil in your hand which is held so loosely wishes to escape. So in that aspect, you share a similarity. Disinterest is the general attitude that can be used as a descriptor. And in that one glorious moment when you reluctantly raised your hand, your dark blue short rose up and exposed your mid-section. I wished that I could be a fly on the wall watching without notice. But that behavior simply isn’t acceptable.

Maybe my current level of integration with math has waned because of occupying thoughts of licking a bead of sweat off her abs.