More mediocre writing... Life is too good to make me a great writer. I think I will happily accept that.
04/04/08
When you realize that you love me, don't say it. Because saying it will never be enough. Take me to your love, and you'll find me waiting for you.
And I'll know I'm there because of the lack of familiarity. I've never been there before. And there's nothing I want more.
04/15/08 - Song lyrics? Maybe?
And now you're years away
but I can feel you breathing.
I measure distance with time.
That's why I'm so far away,
so far away from normal.
Eleven days away from growing older.
Eleven days shy of being mature.
How far I traveled to know for sure.
Cartoon calligraphy stacked in a
wayne's coating cabinet
dancing against the moon
having his way with an Anchorage angel
Morning begins in June.
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"


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