Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Battles
What do we fight? Our minds fighting themselves? Me fighting other people?
My mind is mine. I try to change aspects of it, but I cannot control everything. I am who I am.
Why fight humans? We are elbow to elbow with so many other people. There will always be some type of struggle for position among them, but why spend so much time battling? A group effort can help us all.
Nature is something that man has always tried to tame. This is where my battle is. To be close to mother nature, and close to myself.
I am learning and this is what Like.
My mind is mine. I try to change aspects of it, but I cannot control everything. I am who I am.
Why fight humans? We are elbow to elbow with so many other people. There will always be some type of struggle for position among them, but why spend so much time battling? A group effort can help us all.
Nature is something that man has always tried to tame. This is where my battle is. To be close to mother nature, and close to myself.
I am learning and this is what Like.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Hello February and hello massive rain storm.
Sicily has been truly amazing so far and I feel as though I have learned a great deal. My passion for writing has died here, but I think it just has to do with the lack of mind activity I have here. My body needs more rest and my mind is at ease. Being disconnected for the most part is a very positive thing I think. I enjoy it.
So much to write, so little time.
Sicily has been truly amazing so far and I feel as though I have learned a great deal. My passion for writing has died here, but I think it just has to do with the lack of mind activity I have here. My body needs more rest and my mind is at ease. Being disconnected for the most part is a very positive thing I think. I enjoy it.
So much to write, so little time.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Packin' My Bags
It is time to hit the road. Take to the skies. Fly high above and watch the clouds drift behind.
A new place with a familiar face seems more than alright to me. Now if I can just manage to not forget anything...
So long America, land of the free and home of the brave. I was just too bored in your borders to stay forever. A large tank will grow a big fish. And a big fish is who I intend to be.
A new place with a familiar face seems more than alright to me. Now if I can just manage to not forget anything...
So long America, land of the free and home of the brave. I was just too bored in your borders to stay forever. A large tank will grow a big fish. And a big fish is who I intend to be.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Hello Again
Hi 2011.
You feel old already. It's only your first day, but you vaguely remind me of 2009. It could be the regrets eating at my mind, the slight depression I feel, or just the cold weather nipping at my nose. A walk in the cold today has made me feel alive, but I feel disconnected.
Solidarity seems appropriate today. Cut off from the outside world.
You don't quite understand me and have no desire to. That is something I am unfamiliar with. Is it me? Have I lost that edge of my personality? Am I really getting so old that I am boring? Is it that I have diversified too much to the point where I am so spread out I lack passion?
Lightning in a bottle. I must find some.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Turn out the lights
Dream:
I was sitting in the front room at my parents house late at night. I saw a late 80's model white Honda pull up outside and around 7 people got out of the car. The car was plastered with bumper stickers. They all seemed to be about 13-15 in age and they all had paintball guns. Next thing you know they are unleashing paintball hell on the house across the street from my parents' place. Windows break and at this point I grab my phone and call 911....but my phone doesn't ring. I look down and notice I called 611. I then proceed to call 911 for real and the lady says there isn't anything they can do after I frantically explain what is taking place. At this point the kids are getting in the car and driving away. The residents come out side and start crying. I remember wanting to go comfort them, but for some reason I couldn't. And then I just remember staying up all night and knowing that they were staying awake the rest of the night to guard their home.
I was sitting in the front room at my parents house late at night. I saw a late 80's model white Honda pull up outside and around 7 people got out of the car. The car was plastered with bumper stickers. They all seemed to be about 13-15 in age and they all had paintball guns. Next thing you know they are unleashing paintball hell on the house across the street from my parents' place. Windows break and at this point I grab my phone and call 911....but my phone doesn't ring. I look down and notice I called 611. I then proceed to call 911 for real and the lady says there isn't anything they can do after I frantically explain what is taking place. At this point the kids are getting in the car and driving away. The residents come out side and start crying. I remember wanting to go comfort them, but for some reason I couldn't. And then I just remember staying up all night and knowing that they were staying awake the rest of the night to guard their home.
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