Introspection?

The clouds steal the sun from the sky and shadows fall. The fire's light chases away the darkness. Helpless, we can only watch it burn.

The silence that separates us is also the same thing that brings us together. Drunk on solitude; A prayer is whispered for luck.

Raise your class in memory of your biggest mistake. Raise your glass in memory of all the hearts you break.

She is the poison coursing through my veins. Take me someplace I've never been, I want to see everything.

Sprout wings with me so we can watch the hills burn then fly to the ocean just to taste the salt.

Her serrated teeth versus a lifetime of dreams. To this day it still stands as the most horrific thing I've ever seen.

Put a gun against my head
Let's paint these walls a darker shade of red.

It has been over three years now; three fucking years. Where have they all gone? The time has hastily been slipping through my fingers like sand. We have both changed a lot in those three short years but our situation is still stagnant. Ever the unrequited love affair. Broken hearts lead to broken livers. If I was smarter I would cut my losses and move on but that is obviously not the case. Sometimes I feel like we are doomed to keep repeating our mistakes over and over and over and over and over again. We keep falling into this vicious circle in a limbo of self pity and frustration. I guess the responsibility really falls on me. I need to take a stand on be responsible for my actions. We always run to what is most comfortable and familiar. Too afraid of the unknown to take a chance and too afraid to lose the comfort of knowing what lies just around every corner...

...it is morning and I am awake as she quietly sleeps beside me. The first few rays from a fresh sun sneak across the room and illuminate the gentle curves of her cheek. The light accents every nuance of her soft skin, smooth as perfectly aged porcelain. I have been awake for some time, content with just watching her lie beside me. I pay careful attention to the soft rhythmic rising and falling of her chest and the way her beautiful, dark hair lies perfectly around her head. Her skin is smooth like fine silk against mine. As the morning hastily approaches more sunlight finds its way to the bed to illuminate her entire face. Even when she is fast asleep she is strikingly beautiful. Her exquisite eyes are softly nestled away beneath her eyelids. I feel her entire body shift as her eyelids gracefully flutter and her sensuous lips part. In the light her eyes are strikingly vibrant. She is awake...

I should have kissed you like I meant it when I had the chance.
We keep our distance now there's no room for romance
What could you take that I haven't lost?
What could you break that I've still got?
All alone, you spat in my face
but I know, I can make it on my own
so goodnight gorgeous
pretend everything's alright
goodnight gorgeous

First blog

I decided to start blogging and I'm not sure why. I will probably only update this intermittently. Oh well. Today is a busy day. I've decided that I hate Sundays. The day of rest my ass...
We are taught to observe Sunday as a spiritual day (it's in the 10 commandments right up there with killing people, stealing, and stealing your neighbor's spouse) of rest. I don't remember the last Sunday where I rested; I'm always playing catch up and doing homework or something else. That's life.


Self destruction is masturbation. Self improvement is the answer. (Thank you Chuck Palahniuk)

At a high enough concentration the toxicity of any substance becomes lethal. Think about that one...

People in our society place way too much of an emphasis on being in a relationship or finding the person that's right for us. It kinda makes me sick sometimes. What ever happened to being content with yourself and making yourself happy. Those people that don't ever feel complete unless they have someone there make me sick. Learn to love yourself and quit dribbling about how great your significant other is. Everyone is so paranoid of being alone. It's like the silence that separates people, most can't take it and have to break the silence. No one cares to just enjoy it. Silence never lasts long. In all fairness nothing really lasts. We are all just fleeting memories that have yet to pass. Everything we know is just an electrical impulse in your brain transmitted by a complex chain of axons, neurons, receptors, chemicals, neurotransmitters, etc. Have you ever really thought about that? What you are" seeing" or "feeling" is really just how your brain interprets different electrical or chemical impulses. I'll extrapolate on all of this later. It's Sunday and I have far too much to do right now.


I'll leave you with some lyrics:

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar