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seventy

We as humans have an undying tendancy to

make the same mistake over and over again.

We are also so very capable of  all the good 

in this beautiful and mixed up world.

We all have not been tossed to the side, when

we tripped over the same log, but handed second

third and forth chances. 

but we still get worn

The switch of a light bulb. I can't leave it at one switch, 

they all must turn on. But I guess that is more patience. 

The light is shining from one small pear shaped light 

bulb inside of me tonight. It was like the world I've 

been looking at since birth, is now a slightly different hue. 

I saw it flash on, and in an instant my picture wasn't level,

it was slanted. I was standing on the lower corner, 

and you were at the higher corner.

expectations vanish

The real smile of the night came out at around 10:10 tonight

during the drum solo of a cover of the Beatles by a friends band. 

They played somewhere on the asphalt covered street of Alberta 

The saddest part was that other than that 30 second drum solo

there was a girl who sat with face in hands using all of her strength to

fight back tears the entire rest of the time. Being the lonely, sad looking girl

tucked somewhere in a dark bar is not something anyone ever expects to

be, as far as I'm aware. 

s p a c e

It feels so real

blue eyes

An excerpt from the days I played more and worried less


"Oh yes there was this guy..he was totally my kind of guy, worn jeans, smallish gray T-shirt and worn out tennis shoes. He had blond hair and a tan that people with orange hair get. Oh and his eyes.. hazel brown, but it was like you could see his feelings in his eyes.."


They're actually blue eyes, and it's brown hair

I am like a Lego Tower

I wonder, have you ever done something that turned out exactly the opposite of what 

your were aiming for? Have you ever failed horribly, or fell flat on your face in public? 

The quarrels and trails of my life, they are mainly just reflections of my actions that I poorly 

thought out. I stand by what I thought, but I can see that immaturity is still a vein in my body. 

I want to snip it off and let it bleed out, so no more can dye my life with its confusion. 

I confuse myself with red and blue, and right and left. I want none of this! I thought that I had 

made myself clear, but now I am just wallowing in a puddle of muddy water. Obviously not clear.