I figured it's time I used borders.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Aug 30, 2008
I love finding old things.
Taken Nov. 16, 2005
Taken Nov. 16, 2005
a cold, grey breeze must sing outside on this late august day.
No promise of a walk, or being able to play
Amidst the dull, warm sunshine that so avidly does hide
With the bright blue behind the greys and whites.
Sing, strong breeze, that blows through those trees,
And kerfuffles their leaves so.
Tell me what you see, within this blackened city,
That makes your proud heart low.
What do you desire, bittersweet and so dire;
Such a thing that could turn your mind askew?
So incomplete, you do not know what to do?
That even if you told me, i could do not a thing to help you?
What is it that you see, beyond, in that country
That dominates this withered estate
Of thick skies and dull blue eyes
Who no longer feel their own pain?
I must try to take myself away by will of imagination
To a place of much better and less under the weather
Faces of adoration.
For what is more true than skies that are blue
Who whistle softly atop the greens?
And what is more free than freedom herself
Who frollicks on land and in sea?
So be ordained no more to think to contain
Yourself within the walls of loss.
For there is nothing more pained than a heart in a strain
And then suddenly released to shock.
These days pass by with a wimper and a cry
Just like last year around this time.
So automatic, so contorted, just like static;
Nights turn into day, and the days flow on, just like a play
That has been rehearsed a time too many; nervous and frantic.
For i know what comes next, and then after that, at best;
But my future is still complete haze.
For nothing is as plain, as simplicit and ordained
Than these grey and breezy late August days.
written Aug. 21, 2007
Friday, August 29, 2008
August 29 : I Think I'm at Peace
I don't know why but it feels like everything is finally just happening for the first time in ages. Orientation was incredible, school is happening; this is the chapter. The chapter. This is what it feels like to be moving and not regressing. Even everyone else is going forward. There is so much I still need to do and find out but this time I actually want to.
I also finally found and put on my laptop all of the files and photos from yeeears ago, and I'm freaking ecstatic.
Life is for the taking.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
August.. 25?! : Joyce
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Aug 19 : Drops
Monday, August 18, 2008
August 18 : Smoky
Sunday, August 17, 2008
August... 17 : Camping shot edit
This is my final edit of the photo. I've come back a few times to edit this post because it didn't look quite right... Below is the original, before I tweaked it. I think it gave it a more mysterious or serious atmosphere; the original looks bland and disproportionate. But that's just me.
I need to start writing again!
I need to start writing again!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
August 10 : Swings
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
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