Sixty Seconds

Truth

I've Always Been Good

At getting people and what they are about. I could stop even the worst of tears and cure even the darkest of fears.

Young or old, I've always known what to do to make everything alright.

But you're not that easy...

Lovers Past

I Want It Back

I miss holding and rocking you to sleep. I always made you smile most.

My Walls

(Not high-quality photos, sorry)

will be littered with leaves!

I was finally able to smile today.

I Am Invincible. I Am Invisible.

All of this is just an attempt at capturing the restless unknown.

Collecting the autumn leaves like I’m trying to trap that feeling. Pressed between my book pages they slip out during class, while I’m in the midst of a conversation. They spill to the ground, flattened and trapped. A smile here, a chuckle there…what a funny foolish girl collecting the shit that’s all over the ground.

I come home at night and splay them before me.

They’re beautiful and perfect. Fall will never leave me now. Never, for I have captured it and held it, suffocated it into my existence. It will be with me forever.

The impatient night pursues and I sit at the fat wooden table, dented and loved. I hover my brush over spills of paint, trying to capture the restless unkown but it always alludes me just so. I look at my leaves once more and wash my brushes, wash my face, wash my teeth.

I take a long hard look in the mirror and meditate.

Who are you?

I am my mother’s daughter. No. Who are you? I am my father’s pride. No. Who are you? I am me. No. Who are you? This could go on forever.

And it does.

I slip the pills down my throat and they ease into my bile. They percolate into my system and circulate into my soul. The weight tugs at my eyelids and the chemicals tickle my brain. How funny and frivolous it all seems in these moments, pure bliss? No. Just emptiness, and silence, my head is silent. And I take this moment, the momentary laps between head and heart, where they both cease and allow true nothingness to occur.

Right now nothing can hurt me, nothing can touch me…and I can slip into sleep of some undesirable sort. In the sleep I can be taunted by all the usual haunts but I don’t mind anymore. They can’t touch me either. I am invincible. I am invisible.

I am invincible. I am invisible.

Pixel Pixel Please

Color me in...

That's Part Of The Disease

"You pick up sick puppies.

You think you can fix things that are broken."

He's Gonna Spit His Blood

all over the dope white walls.

Even With Preparation

This storm is still devastating.

As the sodium-laced rivers carve their way down the terrain there is no end in sight and I know there will be no sleep tonight.

As the rivers rage on and flow into a bottomless sea, the sandbags are thrown with pointless flea.

What is there left to save as the salty waters rage through, by tomorrow the damage will have left no trace of a person, at least not the one you knew.

And though we have avoided causality and seemingly certain death, this storm has rendered its host empty, there is nothing left.

Bike Ride

My backyard.

My ride.

My shoes

My neighborhood.

A reward for a human.

The first time she rode down into the sand she did a face-plant.

The closest I've been to a tidal pool.

Dry shoe, wet shoe.

My mom always yelled at me for leaving my bike like this.

Dog beach!

St. Pasties Day

Ya, that's me.  I'm all green and stuff.

Birthdays

I recieved a birthday reminder from facebook for my friend who passed away somewhat recently.

I looked at his profile and realized I was the last person he added before it all happened.

I'm not sure how to feel about this.

Growing Up

Today I broke the dog leash that my dead grandma gave me for my dead dog.

Sometimes growing up hurts.