Fucking Mad

I read you and I see me.  The words, the thoughts, the emotions.  They’re the same, just with a different name. 
It’s timeless the way our lives collide and we fall into consoling one another for things out of controll.  Yet we continue to do it anyway. 
We both know that we’ll come back, that we’ll fight [...]

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 26th, 2005

This and That

Somewhere between passion and losing friends…. 
What is it about this tug of war, this pull and push of life that traps us not within our own beings but within those around us?  Is it that we simply have a need to be a part of other peoples lives or is an something we learn when [...]

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 25th, 2005

Head on

Somewhere between passion and losing friends…. 
What is it about this tug of war, this pull and push of life that traps us not within our own beings but within those around us?  Is it that we simply have a need to be a part of other peoples lives or is it something we learn when we [...]

2 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 25th, 2005

Time After Time

And every once in a while, she calls my name out loud….
Moments in time slip away like sidewalk chalk in a sweet spring rain, washing with it the smell and feel of a memory. 
Some of us walk through life seeing every spark of electricity in the storm while others barely even see the damage after [...]

48 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 17th, 2005

Ridge

Don’t you ever just feel like you’re standing there screaming at the top of your lungs and yet… no one can hear you? 
I had a dream last night that I was chasing him.  Who he is, I’m not sure.  But I couldn’t stop running even though my legs burned and my feet hurt and my lungs felt [...]

10 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 16th, 2005

I…..

I…..
Have more faith in myself than I ever have before.
Feel like I’m losing my child to her father with every passing moment.
Know, that one day she’ll wake up and realize that the way he cares for her and the way I do are very different, and which one has more value. 
Work hard.
Have no choice.
Lost one [...]

8 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 12th, 2005

Blind

Sometimes, the easiest thing to do, is to jump head first….
Blindly I come.

272 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 8th, 2005

The fall

There are things in this life that we hold on to with all our might even when we think in the back of our minds that there really is no point at all. 
 When we finally realize that these things are doing nothing but harming us rather than being an active, productive part of our lives, [...]

3 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 7th, 2005

I don’t need

“Come here and cry on my shoulder, I’ll hold you ’till it’s over….”
I’ve been dreading the words that I’m about to say.  They’ve been bitter on my tounge for weeks and burn a hole in my soul.  But they’re things that need to be said, not for you, but for me, and I’m who matters.
You [...]

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on April 6th, 2005