February 2011
It was just a dream
Something kept carrying me
farther and farther
black silhouettes in the night
racing through them
each step matching the rhythm
to the pounding in my chest
the pain in my throat unnoticed
but the dream didn’t last long enough
following the familiar steps up
and collapsing on the floor
dizzy and out of breath
and a vacant mind clouded again
sydneylevenhagen:
soldier on
the temper trap
“touching him was always so important to me. it was something i lived for....”
– jonathan safran foer (via sydneylevenhagen)
My sister just mentioned my birthday. Yeah it’s still a ways away but just talking about it is very unsettling. I don’t like the idea of getting older one bit. I think last year kind of screwed up any happy perception of my birthday as well.
Praying for March to be a long one.
And when I lay down in my bed at night
I’m always a little scared no matter how happy I seem.
tried telling you i loved you today
tried telling you i need you in some way
Currently listening to open mic night at Coffee Garden. There’s such a difference between live music and the sound coming through your speakers. Boy do i love live music and how it moves you. Yes, its decided. I am now attending every open mic night from now on.
The future is inevitable
Im tired of hearing about it or thinking about it.
Listen
Whiney-kid Syndrome
I’ve been around little kids too much this weekend, and now I’m acting like one.
I don’t even know who you are anymore.
“And all the suffering and all the pain
Neve left a name”
Under chairs and tables
I’ve looked and searched and yearned
but you’re not there
we’ve lost sight for a long time, now
and I almost want to give up fighting
because i know you haven’t even tried
this entire time
replaced
by another figure
so ill slip away
silently, into the darkness that invades the background
i’ll go silently
February 14
It’s just any other day to me. Because I know I’ll still love you the same the very next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.
It's so powerful
When just the presence of someone alone can make you feel incredibly different.
I love it when the wind shakes the world
wired and I’m tired think I’ll sleep...
So I'll crawl into bed
and pretend
you’re singing Jack Johnson to me
as I lay beside you
The Distances
And our love is that rusted bottle…pointing north
The direction which we turn, conjuring up our silver knives
And spoons and erasing messages in the sand, where you wrote
“freezing in the arctic of our dreams”
there's a difference between want and need
Iv’e been laying in bed for the last hour, and the only thing that occupies my mind is home.
I want to get in my car and make the drive. I want to pass through the hills. I want to guess the minutes that lay between me and my arrival, and get it right like i do every single time. I want to lay eyes on the bay and the Transamerica building from afar, and get that warm feeling in my gut. I...
Jeffrey Campbell Litas
You will be the death of me
Stephanie
When i get these feelings, I think of you and how strong you are. I’m scared too, but knowing what you go through eery day for days on end makes you my hero. I love you. Stay strong and I’m always here for you.
