Standing Outside Your Window

For the past week I have been walking around with allergies in my pocket. Its the things bringing me down on a daily basis. The bottled up feelings, emotions, and thoughts weigh heavy on my mind.

Today I stepped out into the world and felt the sun on my skin. My eyes squinted as I looked up at the sun. I know its not good for you, but I wanted to see what was making me feel so good.

I like to think of myself as mysterious, but often I think that makes me close off my feelings. I don't feel like I connect with many people in the sense that I get to be myself completely. I need to work on that to accomplish my goals. I still let fear of the unknown hold me back and I have to keep working on that. I'm sorry to anyone who I have been reserved to. I'm working on it.


hi claire!

God's Favorite Number

Slowly it crawls down your throat. A slow seductive spread to your lungs. The oral fixation calms your shaky nerves as you lean hard against the brick wall.
Why do you need this? Why can't you just breathe deep and let the stress roll off your mind and fall to the ground?
Gentle souls breathe heavy on cold January nights. Your eyes tell the story of your past, present, and future.

Secret Princess Club

I'm still the giving tree. Throw it all at me, because I can take it. Your hateful words bounce off me because I know you. I know you are a scared child that is scared that someone can look into your eyes and know you. So it goes. I have no words of hate because I've got the peace within. I am practicing what you preached. I really do hope one day that you find the love.

The forecast calls for rain

"you need someone with passion and conviction who will take a chance"

I traveled up I-29 and you traveled down I-29. We met in the middle and exchanged glances. We both were nervous.
Now? Things seem different. Preparing myself for couch time again. I'm not scared, just prepared.

Eye's tell of what's behind

I travel at 76 miles per hour down interstate 70, headed eastbound. The fog is heavy and so are my thoughts.
My mind wonders about my future, our future, and everyone I knows future. My mind becomes a web that captures, distorts, and processes goals and dreams of different people.
I think about a certain one that makes me smile. The second my mind touches that thought, the car in front of me throws a lit cigarette out the window.

My eyes see fireworks.

A few minutes later my mind revisited that thought, and exactly on cue, that car throws another lit cigarette out the window.

My eyes see fireworks again.

Coincidence? Probably. At least I saw something so pretty.

our hearts; incognito

you never even knew it.

What makes you smile?

A late night of driving has left me smiling today. 8 hours on the road in exchange for 4 hours of your eyes was well worth it. I felt some sort of rebirth as my 1994 Honda Accord tore through the foggy night. I was born on a very foggy day in February of 1986. On a foggy night in January of 2010, I may have had an awakening that will refresh my spirit.
Some how it all feels like a dream. Your words written on that sugar packet are all the physical evidence I have to prove you are real.