I am in love with leeks

Crack is whack.

Lovely Christmas Music

is playing but for some reason I am not in the Christmas spirit. I am losing touch with my love of company. In a perfect world right now for me would be at least a week of silence

February 2, 2010

Is this the big day?

What a beautiful World we live in

Travel is my calling

Scarlett Rose

I now have a new favorite name.
I still love Charlotte and Sophia but Scarlett Rose is beautiful.
So the list now goes:

Charlotte
Sophia
Scarlett
Daniel Faraday
Alexander
Duncan

After having an in depth conversation with someone who appears to understand what I am about, I am slowly realizing that I am better than what people think. I knew that already but so much negativity and criticizing of my person had brought about doubt.

Focus

I have always had a hard time focusing.
Because of this, I do not have the best memory.
I cannot up and recall phrases or teachings or words.
I am not the smoothest peanut butter in the cupboard.
I wish I had better control of my mind, then learning would come a lot easier.

"light another cigarette and let yourself go"

The Game by Queen:

I don't know if this album will be me tomorrow or a month from now but for this obscure minuscule moment in time, I am playing the game before it plays me.

TTSC

This thing is not how it should be; it should not be this difficult.
Am I not whole?
I feel deprived.
Malnourished.
Am I severely lacking or is it not meant to be?
Am I meant to walk this road alone?
Do I know where I should be or am I already there?
Have I always been?
Have I really changed or have I just compromised?
When I turn around all I see is a haze.
Why do I feel as if I am walking backwards?
Dog eat dog.
Beloved adjacent to neglect in this bipolar space.
Leeches surround me.
They try to bleed me dry.
I give too much to these bloodsuckers, these soul extractors.
I should imbibe.
I have no use for spoiled children.

Found

I walked in the forest
So all by myself,
And to search for nothing
That was my intent.

In the shadow I saw
A small flower standing,
Shining like stars,
Beautiful as tender eyes.

I wanted to pluck it,
When it delicately said:
Shall I to wither
Be broken off?

I dug it up with all
Its small roots,
To the garden I brought it
By the pretty house.

An once more did I plant it
At a quiet nook;
Now it branches forever
And continues to bloom.


~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I often wonder why so few people take me seriously.