The Reason Why

This blog isn't necessarily intended to be read. If you're reading this, I don't know how you found it, but enjoy I suppose. My soul is on these pages, spilled out from my heart. Each and every entry has been written by me. Somethings may not make sense to you and that's okay.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

She let herself go

How do you tell a person that you greatly care about a time when you let yourself go?
The time when you feel as though you weren't the slightest bit of yourself.

Monday, January 12, 2015

The Limit Does Not Exist

+1 or -1
One extreme to the other
.5
what is that?
could it be the medium?
What is the limit of the medium to life?
The how you are brought up- nurture
the jeans in which I wear- nature
jeans- you can take off and put on, they change.
your nurture- how do you suggest change in this?
it is not yourself who nurtures the within, it is the outer.
It can now be theorized that the limit does not exist because all the equation has seen is one correlation or the other.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Cataract

There are too many moments when I question what my purpose is.
Why can't it be clear as day?
Why can't I not deny this?
There are perks of me, there are specs I am not proud of.
Just breathe.
As deep as you can go.
And let it out again.
The sensation when you release.
That's why you are here.
That is your break from this crazy life.
On top of a mountain.
I fear. I fell.
Off the top.
Finger by finger, inch by inch.
I grasp what I can.
I prize it.
Do you prize me?
A flower gone un watered-- a rose in the winter blossoms.
Is the box train open for me?
I have said too much, it's time for me to go.


Box Car

In or out
no in between
no alternate route
leave it behind
go forward
stay behind
wonder what it would be like
the battle is inevitable
no exit sign
no this way
there is a path
taken by the courageous
a foot step on
two feet on deck
among the slippery floor
fallen
no alternate route
no recalculation
Not a hand reaching out
not one that is seen
is it there?
the mind on the right side wonders
the left says get back on.
Crossroad
the worse kind.