10.22.2009
10.21.2009
10.19.2009
One day.
One day I'll move to Portland.
One day my car will stop making that horrible noise.
One day my father and I will agree on politics.
One day her gut feeling will go away.
One day I'll lay in bed next to my wife and children.
One day I'll have read all the books on my list.
One day I'll stop procrastinating.
One day my beard will grow over the patch on my neck.
One day I'll see the world.
One day I'll stop making lists of everything I'd like to see happen.
One day I'll be content with what is already in my hands.
One day.
Here's to making "one day," today.
10.13.2009
while everyone has sex...
i read books and write scribbles on sheets my mom or dog will one day find hidden in my closet reserved for winter coats. i am not unique, nor am i same. i am a reader, wishing i was interesting enough to be a character myself. i am a writer, a mute one in fact, this is all they hear of me. i rent movies, and while i do - dog cuddled in and fan powered to high - i realize that i watched it just so that i could tell her and one day i would be one of the "others", you know, the ones NOT watching the movies alone on Saturday nights.
i am a mess. i make up "she's" in my stories because no one really cares about spirituality or family life. i know this because these are the things that distant friends ask about over social networks. they ask about these things because they feel they have a right. but people are not entertained by these things. people want what they're not supposed to have. it's why teenagers watch porn and girls read vampire novels.
define tragedy: Nicholas sparks writes about his inability to hear God's voice or his wrestling's with Paul's letter to the Roman church instead of writing the greatest love story of the decade.
i have no chance to please this world.
and i'm beginning to be alright with that.
i read books and write scribbles on sheets my mom or dog will one day find hidden in my closet reserved for winter coats. i am not unique, nor am i same. i am a reader, wishing i was interesting enough to be a character myself. i am a writer, a mute one in fact, this is all they hear of me. i rent movies, and while i do - dog cuddled in and fan powered to high - i realize that i watched it just so that i could tell her and one day i would be one of the "others", you know, the ones NOT watching the movies alone on Saturday nights.
i am a mess. i make up "she's" in my stories because no one really cares about spirituality or family life. i know this because these are the things that distant friends ask about over social networks. they ask about these things because they feel they have a right. but people are not entertained by these things. people want what they're not supposed to have. it's why teenagers watch porn and girls read vampire novels.
define tragedy: Nicholas sparks writes about his inability to hear God's voice or his wrestling's with Paul's letter to the Roman church instead of writing the greatest love story of the decade.
i have no chance to please this world.
and i'm beginning to be alright with that.
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