and so far the answers I've found have been many and helpful. Still, there are some things I may never know. Uncontrollable emotions baffle me.

I may not have ever even met you but I am filled with this consuming rage when I set eyes on you. My tongue doesn't even have words to speak to anyone about you, but I know the lion in me wouldn't think twice if provoked.

My brains are killing me.

Barren streets in the cold morning glare with the sky over rooftops like a fiery bird tugging the night away. It is what the brain sees at first scent of sweet perfume; deer blood on the highway every Sunday and August of my life. I breathe if able- speak if able. My tongue escapes me. I sigh scarce. In that same breath, raindrops like tears tumble down to my face soaking into my skin and reminding me of my humanity.

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Fast start with maybe not such great quality stuff! :D

If your life flashes before your eyes before you die, is your life just that flash?

While time and space may be relative,
The essence of time and space remains eternal- unchanging.
Like love and beauty or wisdom,
The brain reasons into being its opinions,
But the concepts of these things remain.
Perhaps, like the essence of light,
They are possible in all of us, then.
Does the universe stretch out forever?

Tackled a friend onto grass. Got dog shit on my face. Took a shower, yadda yadda.

Looking back on the world, I used to believe so much.
In the universe, there was never good nor bad.
There were only happenings in space and time;
All was relative, but...
If that is so- if neutrality is the only real truth
Out of every unique truth of the world,
What is to become of beauty?
Of health and happiness?
What of the sun peering over a river at dusk?
What of the smell of morning?
Will the sound of children playing be as commonplace and dull
As the movement of cars on a wet road way?
I am trying to find the answer in this relative world,
But abandoning these ideas is the only sensation I feel.
Maybe I am afraid to lose beauty or maybe my ego
In order to find peace.
Maybe the answer is clearly in front of me.

Shot of a child riding a bike, then the ocean picking seaweed off the beach, then soldiers marching to war. Shot of a child learning how to swim. Shot of an old man shaving in the mirror, then a political protest and maybe a house on fire. Shot of a painter, and then a mother looking young. Shot of an elderly woman blowing out the candles on her last birthday cake, and then?

Saw Explosions in the Sky on Tuesday.
Going to see Cursive on the 7th.
Just finished downloading a few hundred DS games.
Pumped.

I found the culprit. This is stupid. People on the internet are stupid.

Tonight i stepped out into the rain, and what I saw hadn't come to mind in months.

A blue drive tonight reveals
sweat beeding off the moon's face;
a shadow can hide- crescent,
though never truly darkened.
Thinking back on the worlds spin,
notions of regret arise
as simple words and phrases
rather than anything else.
A year ago, I would ask
what is the color of the
brain? Is it pink with white speks?
The world is spinning, sending
letters to creators. We,
as if turning to children-
we forget the path we took
home, and the moon whipes its brow.

Am I cool enough to fake?