February 2010
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January 2010
11 posts
friday night lights.
it’s a warm night tonight, a january thaw full of light breezes and damp air, and while i’ll admit the puddle-less sidewalk is tempting me into wearing pumps its mostly the thought that somewhere out there you might be looking for me too.
who knew there were songs for this sort of thing?!
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last night
i looked into the eyes of happiness squeezed his hand
and bid him goodbye.
nothing that anyone says can make me feel okay about that.
i can think of nothing more exhausting
than filling up a hollowness in your heart.
there is a certain simpleness in emptiness because being precariously perched on the edge of a ledge doesn’t leave you with many options save grabbing a shovel and filling the hole.
i don’t care if you can’t even hear the dirt hit the bottom at first. take a deep breath and another shovelful and keep going.
because in awhile...
hide&seek
this isn’t fun anymore.
“If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are...”
– words to live by.