Saturday, October 31, 2009
Our boundary
This is the distance we have. I see you but I know that my arms are not long enough to get a hold of you. Maybe I am meant to just look at you without getting any kind of feeling in return.
Friday, October 30, 2009
no subject
Thursday, October 29, 2009
"Yellow and Green"
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Natural Observation
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
no subject
Sunday, October 25, 2009
A Kind of Tunnel
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Brown veins on a green leaf
I only focused on the big picture only to realize that it was all about the little things that you had done for me. They were small deeds that showed that you cared and you tried. It was me who needed to look at a closer picture because it had a significant meaning. You gave meaning to it and I failed to see that. I'm sorry.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Flightless
Thursday, October 22, 2009
no subject
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Glass Door
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Detache
I know that you want to please me and everyone else. But there is no such thing. You should please the person who matters to you the most, the person that you made a promise to.
You are the person that matters most to me because I made all these promises to you. I don't want to see you struggle so I allowed you to please them instead.
I just made things easier for you and that should satisfy me but I am once again unhappy.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Just A Shoe Rack
Saturday, October 17, 2009
A Gardener's Purpose
Friday, October 16, 2009
(RIP Byrd)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Halt
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Allez
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
no subject
Monday, October 12, 2009
'They can't just be pink, can they?'
Sunday, October 11, 2009
The stories you tell
Saturday, October 10, 2009
no subject
Friday, October 9, 2009
no subject
Thursday, October 8, 2009
"What's Over There?"
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
"Hey Guys"
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
no subject
I chose to walk a short path and made it seem like forever. Without rests, stops, or even a time to catch my breath. I even picked up leaves along the way, crunched them with my fingers and scattered the remains on the floor so I will know my way back. I know, the path is short but it was tricky trying to get out.
Just like what we have.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Unusually Grey Skies
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wires that connects us
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Biodagradable Heart
Too many times I came back for you because I thought you needed me as much as I needed you but over time you neglected me and expected me to come back and be of use for you again. My heart is not made of plastic. It is a part of me that you once owned. With all that pressure that you give it, it is bound to get tired.
It is not like any other recyclables that when you reuse, you get the same satisfaction.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Shit Pile
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Missed the Bullseye
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