Monday, September 27, 2010

(2/2) smell of trucks Pollution or foul smell of unkempt drivers. To be lost in the city not lost out here.
(1/2) As the day turns to night over the vast stretch of water. Laying there on a rock reading as the waves crash below. The comforting sound. Not the deathly
The pleasure to sit and watch tv or leave the house to visit a familiar hangout. To wade barefoot in the cool waters of the lake. To stare in awe as the day
The way things were. Home by 8am. Not a new state. Another town and in the same truck. Smiling happy to be home. The smell of fresh cooked meals I make.
Ritual again. My bed is not the one you find at home in a room separate from your other comforts. My bed is my only comfort. Everyday I look forward to
As much as I despised you. I wish I admired you. I sit here alone. After staring out of glass. Only when the day ends I crawl into bed. Only to start the same

Friday, September 24, 2010

Some come and some go but if i had my choice you'll stay forever more

Thursday, September 23, 2010

(2/2) a final end.
(1/2) I didn't want to turn away this night. I didn't want to say good bye. But as I looked into your pretty eyes I knew I had a hard choice. A new beginning to

Sunday, September 19, 2010

But then I think. She could just be a good friend. Why can't we have common interest and just because we're male and female why must we make it more?
(1/2) I have enjoyed being single. I believe i'm learning the difference between a girlfriend and a girl you just have an interest in. The problem is knowing
(2/2) that the girlfriend can be many as well as the girl who's just "interesting"

Saturday, September 18, 2010

(2/2) felt but unseen. Deep within within me.She's the loneliness I feel inside...... Idk song
(1/2) She's the loneliness I feel inside. Like dark clouds on a sunny day. She's smile that fades away. She's the pain that won't go away. And all the scars

Thursday, September 16, 2010

(2/2) unknowing. Waiting to be shared,explored, and enjoyed...
(1/2) A butterfly flutters. It's beauty created by you. An abstract of hope. Unseen but felt. It flaps it's wings created by what you write. An inspirtation of

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

The rain comes down on this lonely lonesome day. The stars begin to appear but the silence brings tears.....
I've seen some beautiful places and faces. I sign which I've seen before that said go to church or go to hell. Ah yes the amusement of christianity.
My job has been decent. A little chaotic after not doing this for some time."two years" But i'm getting back into the swing of it.
I'm at a StarBucks in Birmingham,Al I needed to get some supplies and groceries at WalMart or Walmart or Wal-Mart. Not sure anymore. Heading to MO in ten hours.