Just a collection of what's currently going through my head.

They put us up on roof tops and hung us dry.
They showed us how our life might, and could be destroyed by the snap of a finger.


You promised me that you would take me out one of these nights.
You promised me that you would pull the moon down from the sky for me.
You promised me roses and cameos on the night you left.
I haven't seen you since, nor have you lived up to these promises.


"Kid, you've lost all hope. I mean look at yourself. You're a bloody mess! That's what you are, and all you'll ever be to anyone. You're never gonna change kid, I mean face it. The fact is true and right. And you're going to have to face it! You have no purpose anymore in the world. You're just simply a waste of space, time, air, and life. Yes, that's what you are - a waste. However you're a damn good looking waste if I'd say so myself."


Do you recall those summer nights in Spain,
Those summer nights when we would sit out on the terrace and just talk and talk and talk. So on and so fourth.
Do you remember when those beautiful winter days seemed so endless?
When the sun was setting and there was the beautiful array of colors dancing upon the pastel blue of the sky.
But sometimes, the clouds were dark then.

He's got those eyes.
Those eyes that dart back and fourth when he's nervous.
He's got those looks, those gorgeous looks.
And he's got that wonderful wit.


The day's are laid out upon the table.
They play on like a play by Shakespeare.
The morning, first is dark.
Then it warms up to a blue, going from dark to light.
And how it plays with such colors upon the waking sky.
Making you wish you were at home again.
Then comes the afternoon, sweet and full of bliss.
It's more so the most boring part of the day.
But it is when you write me those letters from your far away home that I cherish so.
And it is when the day is at it's highest point.
Then of course, there comes dusk which leads into the darkened night.
Sometimes the sky will light up like a fire.
Other time's it will just pass on through with it's gorgeous colors.
This part of the day most fascinates you the most of course.
It fascinates you in a way no Shakespeare play ever could, even though you love him so.
Then the very last part,
The end of the day.
And it is at this point and time where you feel as if you've lost complete sanity.


You shaded the picture,
Outlined the words,
Described it in detail.
You explained how one day,
How one day this would end.
Oh but how, how I wish it truly wouldn't.

And some nights, like that of last night.
When I stayed up all night.
Nights like those when it feels like I have lost complete sanity,
I like you more than what you are already.
However when I've slept and am awake and aware,
Everything is different.

Oh how I wish now that you were here.
And how I wish that you could see the freshly fallen snow.
The way that one comes about to do things,
Is not in the same way that one goes about doing things.
I believe that we are all here to do great things,
Not matter how big or small they shall be.

You came to me in a dream.
There were birds soaring above your pretty little head, in the sky.
There was a crisp summer breeze blowing through the air,
And it was laced with the slightest bit of cigar smoke.

We spent our mornings just waiting for the bus.
Our feet were cold, and our teeth clattered.

When we woke up,
The land was covered in snow and ice.
Thee air was cold, and our bodies shook.
There were birds painted above on the blue sky.

Not sure if I've posted this already. But whatever.

Come here my sweet darling.
I've missed your tender kiss.
And the way you used to smile in the moonlight.
I miss you being near to me.
I miss you holding my hand.
Come here my sweet darling
Come here and stay with me.
Until this night is through.

Before you read this, note that this is kind of a short story, but not as long as most short stories tend to be.
But enjoy.


Dear Fiona dearest,
As you know, I am horrible at writing letters - but you're an exception. I cannot begin to explain just how much I miss you; I miss your warm smiled, your soft hanrds in my own rough ones - but more than anything, I miss your presence around me. Even though I know that you're still probably around me in spirit; it's just not the same. I've started accepting the fact that this isn't just another one of your photography trips, and that you're never coming back. It's been about a year now since you've been gone. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I can still feel yor body beside my own. Other times I can hear you singing in the kitchen as you're brewing coffee.
Since you've been gone, I had about five relapses back to alcohol. But still, I cannot drown my sorrows. This is why I have decided to end my pain and suffering without you. I have devoted myself to you and detached myself from everyone else.
I need you to know that this will do more good than bad. And I know that you would want me to pull myself up - but I just can't take this anymoe - I need to be with you again. I also need you to know that this will cause me less pain then the pain of you not being here.
That is all I have left to say.
Not another word.
I love you my dearest, forever and always.
Yours truly, Rick.

I want to dance across the ocean on tippy-toes.
I want to soar across the vast blue ocean of the sky.

First post of 09.

I want to know your plans.
Who you're going home with tonight.
I want to know if you'll miss me,
Like I miss you.