A long breath takes place of a short sigh. In each of the past three seconds, a few days past where I led my emotions down a molehill. A tight, yet vast opening in the ground where I dreamt much as a child and even more so as a scarecrow. I have proof of seven thousand wonders I have lived. Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but I like to hold on to life as much as I can. The sun likes to do the rest for me. It likes to fuck up brain cells and corneas. It likes to swallow the lemons from the tree and boil the snakes on the ground unable to find shade. Where is this day going? The sun has finally showed its ugly head and the clouds all quiver from the sight of him. He has retaken his throne. Now why the fuck did he send me inside today? Godammit.

Y1

The sun will rise again. Swing low, glare in my eyes, with a breath to only slip away just as I was beginning to see clearly. These days pass, they blur the memory of a house, a sign, a smile, a warm summer day when ice melts and beds smell of sweet young love. Like cards strewn on the floor, some face up, some are gone for good, but the haze of smoke and the smell of the night before linger. A bird’s eye view of the past, everyone smiling to the heavens with so much glorious hope. That light is so far away we’ll never get there. But this is the end, a hug apart from the world one last moment to grasp on to, to add to your shelf, to file away in the saddest of all photo albums. It’s blinding me, have faith, blind faith and remember. New home, sweet scents, new beginning – heavy load to bare, sparkling eyes, long days, longer nights, a friendship a door, with picnics in the sky, and adventures on the horizon, fights, loss, comfort, hold your breath hold her close, don’t speak or it’ll end in Hawaiian sunsets with intentions, childish play, sentiment, play me a melody for our lost home, friendship in fear, where was it can you find it now, with wind blown eyes searching for the truth, always looking over your shoulder as one more goes the way of yesterday, did we do it right, was it worth while this passion this transient room, stay don’t ever leave you wont bother me. My family. My life. I can’t see, motionless images frozen in mind spirited away by time, close it close this its getting dark and the cold will soon set in. Hold my hand, the climb is dangerous, and we don’t know what’s on the other end, so jump get away we can play again some other day, just don’t hit the suck button.

Boy oh boy. I just found two unopened boxes of poptarts in another box (that has been open for some time) and I don't know if I can eat them all that fast. Sounds like the story of my life, eh.

Blogger has certainly changed things around but we can all situate and familiarize ourselves accordingly.

So old scraps of paper and CD-Rs and poptarts are being uncovered in this room that I never got all that attached to. Some cooler air is finally blowing through its single window as I see thunder and hear lightning.