I’m loving this.
Face down on Spring’s fallen leaves.
Luscious and green.
Waiting for the dew to cling to bits of hair.
Waiting for Mother Nature to mistaken me for greenwood scrap.
Haze and humidity thick enough to blanket me.
As morning breaks.
I’m loving this.
Staring up at the atmosphere.
Clear sight of clouds, cut and shaped by mountaintops or faraway skyscrapers.
There’s moments where I’m watching myself breathe,
air crystallized by the cold.
Will my breath ever drop in beads of ice to my chest?
It starts to snow.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Haruki Murakami
I read once that the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami writes like J.D. Salinger. I was immediately intrigued so I bought his book.
He doesn't write anything like J.D. Salinger.
But he does write well.
Enjoy.
He doesn't write anything like J.D. Salinger.
But he does write well.
Enjoy.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
How to Be Alone
Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principals.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Hypocrite
I am a firm believer in the fact that you shouldn't hate anyone or hate anything. I think life's too short to hate.
That being said, I'm a hypocrite.
I HATE when I get out of the shower and realize that I didn't put the towel back on the towel rack and I have to walk through my apartment wet, dripping water EVERYWHERE, to get my towel.
I hate it.
That being said, I'm a hypocrite.
I HATE when I get out of the shower and realize that I didn't put the towel back on the towel rack and I have to walk through my apartment wet, dripping water EVERYWHERE, to get my towel.
I hate it.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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