When we began this little masquerade I felt that I would never be one to keep moving I thought I would stall out a engine full of sugar break down quick and never run right. I suppose that's why it amazes me that while I've made it this far, you've left me all alone. I suppose if you "outwit outlast outplay" you end out one lonely bastard.

This shambling half-awake naked, pale sickly world needs faith. Not faith because of grace, but rather the thick, unadulterated whole-milk faith that moves mountains and makes men walk on water. Can I be the giver? Or will my humanity get in the way? I ask myself this every night before I go to bed trying just to slip into blessed unconciousness.

You've finally made the realization it makes things good for high expectations and all I can see is suggestions of the past and hints of the bluest seas. Please don't fight back that's what they want and you can't have that they're gaining on your four point lead and so it seems you're lost in eternity. Hold up, even if we're powerless I can't sing, but I can give a hug and blow a kiss You'll know the deepest blues when you stare at the sky and have it stare back at yo...

Good morning light, the shining hits the lake and sends this brilliant waves of light and sound every way. And you can tell, that its only this beautiful for a special person, as if they were the only one meant to see it. And I glimpsed it if only for half a second. And I wanted to tell you, special person, thank you. Thank you for letting me see your sunshine.

You changed me. I don't admit much now It's clear you don't either but you changed me I can't believe it's been so long and this winter lasted a good forever but spring has broken It's quite nice out. Whether or not I believe what you say, what you said is totally up to me and I've already made that choice Things are completely different it's been so long since I thought of you but something he said brought you to mind I hope some day you could see the world as it ...

So as I sit waiting waiting for something anything that can give me hope I realize that I live by the pen because my swordplay isn't all up to par. It would be so much easier to join the fight or flight but i'd rather just contemplate and sing my random songs hoping someday that an angel will hear my voice.

We'll echo these sentiments of tourists and cameras while wandering hallways and stumbling in rooms it seems that we're so caught up I've said that so many times that we don't hear the voice saying all those important things. The random screaming of drunken young men making bad choices keeps me awake at night. If I'm not from your end and you aren't from mine then how did we get here this cornfield this place how did we reach this in a world full of possibilites? What b...

There is no telling when this storm will abate so until then I'll weave a little story here and hope to pass the time. I'll write this Easy-Mac poetry stir up the words, add water perhaps I'll make something amazing The rain pours down outside the leaves float among willow winds And I am reminded of the tears I once cried, and of the pieces of myself I had to collect The rain hurt for a long time the remembering was as bad as the rebuilding and the rain hurt hurt ...

College life has presented me with a few wonderful courses, one of which is "International Relations and Politics" This class has a required text based on the history, motivations, definitions and actions of terrorists and terrorism. I'm citing it down in the bottom, but I'd like to share some of my learning with a little bit of opinion on the side. As the second term of George W. Bush's presidency moves forward past the "end" of the war in Iraq, and the capture of Saddam Hussein, and ...

Free spirits roam the halls tonight not of free will of course they don't have a freedom as powerful as that. The drink makes them bold and carefree happy and secure and so they flit from person to person taking what they get here, and what they want there. It's easy to capacitate that sort of thing when incapacitated. You can sense the smell of second-hand vodka on the breaths of all the children they smile serenely holding to forgotten promises and fleeting memories They...

Full of dreams and hope as we trundle out of bed every morning we go forward full of ideas, full of chances fresh glitter and smiles. We tell ourselves that we're going to take that chance that undeniable chance is ours today and we promise ourselves there will be no pain here and there. We tell ourselves that some little inside joke that we play on ourselves to keep us going, maybe? Maybe it's not a joke Maybe it's the truth We live our truths, don't we? Or do we? ...

It's been just a few days and It's clear to see everything has changed takes my breath away how we run so fast without really ever stopping I can't get over that. Things seem fine they are, really but I don't think holding your breath is a good way to work under all the pressure you could get the bends and that's no good. I see the passive here they move nowhere like falling down an escalator you have to move breathe, react action is the only way to stay alive here. ...

Things are running down again you can feel the pressure building up don't give up now, don't give up now and trust that when matches burn to ashes all your hopes and dreams and loves that I will be here for you that I will be here for you when you fall down and can't get up when you can not be found, I will come and find you I will come and find you. You gave up all your greatest fears to jump head first in chance and sometimes part of living is falling when you try to dan...

It's so complicated amazingly beautiful just to see you standing together I have no clue how you came to be but fireworks seem dull when I look at your eyes Gravity doesn't fail, but you seem to make each other fly amazing really And however things got this way the raging forest fire you started I wonder if it will burn long enough to make the new trees grow?

Holden to greater things got her lost in the country among the backroads and 20 minute driveways The phrase "couldn't see the forest for the trees" just sometimes isn't enough "I told you so" She bids on the truth like an auction to be won or lost it feels so ridiculous and so precise, simple idiotic I don't know how she can take it.