Flames of light

I was reminiscing this week about all of the people that have come into my life and then gone. Whether lovers or just friends, some people seem to be there for a certain period of your life, then vanishing as quickly as the wind that brought it there. After starting to get a bit melancholic over the situation, I then thought to myself that it seemed that everyone i was no longer with, had served its purpose during that time.

People are like little flames of light that come into your life. Some are just a spark, some are a long simmer, illuminating your world for a lifetime. But sometimes, with those ephemeral sparks, we want more and we try to create that spark again, but it is dead. The absence of light and heat is daunting, but there usually is a candle, standing sturdy in the background.

keeping the light alive and enjoying the sparks that have passed.

The title is everything, for which, in this, I have nothing

The presence of her is still here.
Our parents are not what we'd want them to be and the past is a constant reminder of the things we haven't done. The future mocks us with possibility, and we jump higher to catch the carrot.
Feed me, my love.
Package me and sell me, to the masses.
My soul covered in bubble wrap and sent to India.
You will find parts of me everywhere.
This is globalization.
Soon my thoughts will automatically be twittered into the universe.
there will be no use for these mouths, these bodies, except to suck the life out of each other, with a simple kiss, which will remind us of the simple things, the way they were before.

The leaves have changed their colors

and the seasons have changed. Change. Who would have thought my life, my little life would change so much. With a thought dropped into the ocean, a wish upon a star, the change hit me abrubtly. My life is on the move. NYC here I come. Scared and happy, trying to roll with the tide.

Please be wonderful in disguise.

Thought for the day

There are no mistakes, just things that happen or don't happen.

Start with, End With

For once I am writing and in a good mood! haha.....I had a shitty day yesterday, just one of those days where nothing goes right, and now I feeling refreshed and happy, reveling in the fact that I have no control of certain things. Life is ok. Comparatively, life is fucking amazing.

Thanksgiving is coming soon, and I am so thankful for my friends, my bf, my small apt, the food i can buy and my job. The food bank line is getting long as we speak and it makes you realize, if people will wait outside for 6 hours in the cold for food, there level of need is different than yours.

How often do we put our blinders on? We get caught up in the bourgeois, the petty, the soulless.....if you have food, health, friends and shelter, we have life, we have love. We can only work for more, but we are not entitled to more.

We need to share more love, not hate.
Love yourself above anyone else.
Do one good thing a day.
Get some perspective.

what will all of this mean in 20 years? 50? 100? the constant pariah of time gnawing on our ephemeral souls and hearts. the moment is now.

take it.

make it yours.

find love in your world.

Heal.

With teeth

I keep dreaming my teeth are falling out....what could this mean. Only in dreams.

quick draw

the last photos taken, the last money spent, there are no cures, only maladies in times like these, the mind is a trap, and a clever one at that, the destruction follows you around like a foul smell, just to let you know he is always there

climbing against walls of lemon eyes and sugar cane, the desert feeds my oblivious soul. there is nothing. fabricated non-truths, styled very well for verity's sake.

how is there more, but less, disintegrating, anger, finding, looking, always something, there is no letting go. cling out of fear, out of loneliness, out of curiosity.

i will find the way and the dream soon, just keep searching, don't let it get you down, all of this information, sinking into my brain, ignore the useless, we waste too much time, but im so busy, but i waste, im not productive enough, or pretty enough, enough enough ehough ive had enough! i can only be so so so so nice and i try, i do, walk please

towards me, my love, i want you need you feel you live never before under the stars of my skin and the universe of my heart

cool.

i think so.

it happened before.


sure.

you never liked it.

no, you didn't.

how could he

how could she

not possible

it could only happen to you

you are the prettiest

you are the best

if the world ends now, i want to be in your arms.

so, find me.