Like the sparrows, confined in solace, With corresponding eyes, They sing a song of optimism. Although overdue to coincide, The sun, is still high. The stage is bitter, but the show has yet to emerge.  I wasn’t present, through most your life, Brick for brick, I want to assemble our relationship, to colossal heights.

Thursday, November 11th 2010.

It’s 1:53 PM, This room is serenaded with William Fitzsimmons remixes, 2 cigarettes all day, at 2:00 I’ll have another. Reluctant to stop. The sub-woofer beside me, engages my pulse, it will grow higher, one minute now.

2:00 PM: More up-beat music, cigarette’s lit, head’s spinnin’.

2:07 PM Cigarette’s smoked to the filter, put out. Talking Heads - Same as it ever was. Irony? I say it’s appropriate. Won’t be long my appetite will be back, I will give in, but not for long.. at least I hope.

“Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.”

-Fletcher Knebel.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Flashing the world.

Thoughts are keeping my mind occupied; my eyes wander over things.. I’d have to say my head is as cluttered as a shoe box full of bad memories. To say I’m confused would be an understatement. Without a doubt I am lost without understanding. The sky is crying, I’ve had my fair share. My reflection in the window, is just a reminder that I can’t hide from myself.

-January 7, 2009

Staring through a gelid window, observing this night.. and I thought I was lonely. A car here and there, occupies the air. The trees mock each other, as if they’re waiting for something better, the ground cold and hard, leaves lay still as if they were being ordered to.. The streetlights are dull and bored. Branches stick out like sore thumbs. This unconscious atmosphere; Teaches me a lesson. Not even I am this lonely.

-January 14, 2009