| This was made by me for a place to rant and complain and just express myself to the few people that read this and little else...
Sometimes I even wrote about the good stuff, but who am I kidding, it was more than a small attempt to gather attention for pity parties that I, nor anyone else, needed or wanted to read or to know about...
No, this isn't one of those, because trust me, I've got my share of stuffs kept inside, and outside, that could or should be gotten out of my system (that's what a private journal is for.)
What is this? This is a vague... Unspecific playground for statements and life thoughts...
Read it...
Don't read it...
That really doesn't matter.
This isn't for the reader...
And perhaps hardly about the writer.
...
Life is a book...
Pages that effortlessly flip.
Within the wind that is life.
Caught in the breeze that is choice.
My mind wanders where my heart dares not to tread.
It knows what my mind does not.
The fear of fading.
This fear keeps the pages tightly bound.
Security or selfishness?
Heart and mind find validity in both.
A common ground that they will rarely meet.
Loneliness?
No.
We're never alone.
Consciousness is the enemy here.
To block out consciousness is a small victory.
Merely a temporary defeat to reality.
But a victory none-the-less.
A win for the heart...
Failure for the mind...
This is the complexity that is life.
Pages in a book.
You pick up on chapters.
Delve deep into the good stories.
Skim my sad lines.
A complexity that many understand
Yet few dare fathom...
Life is:
A story...
A novel...
A picture book of sorts...
A plethora of ups and downs.
Hills and valleys
Equilibrium of waxing and waning.
Subjective at sight:
A top 10 best-seller?
Or a newsstand's worst?
Closure is my co-author.
One that is not present for publishing.
The remaining pages go blank.
A future left to write.
The book isn't truly about me,
But what should instead be...
This story is incomplete.
With an ending guaranteed for greatness.
Empty plot-lines and chapters left to write.
We should paint this easel
With the words spoken...
Not by mouth
But by our souls.
The ending is closure.
Closure takes time.
And if time is all I can give
Then consider my love as time...
You have it.
You have it all.
You've always had it.
Keep it...
And one day we can share it at publication.
Finish this book.
A happy ending.
One that makes you happy.
One that soothes the reader.
For life is a book...
A real page turner...
Turned by loving hands.
Held in warm arms.
Read with honest eyes.
Finished...
With an honest heart.
tgt
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| Tragedy struck today at 851 West St....
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My step-father dropped my gamecube down the stairs...
I can only imagine the noise it made as it fell down twelve carpeted (carpetted?) steps of fury and punishment...
My poor gamecube now shall sit there, next to my other systems, as it refuses to read disks...
Maybe I'll have it dipped in bronze...
For now I morn my loss, and I expect you to do the same.
Maybe this is a sign to stop playing videogames, but more than likely its not.
Todd's Gamecube
12/25/2001 - 2/22/2007
Godspeed Gamecube. Godspeed. |
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| So not including New Years itself, January was bad...
And February is starting even worse... |
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| Well...So spring break is coming up and I don't know about you guys but I'm excited.
And Valentines Day is coming up before that...
And this guy can't wait for either.
Yup. |
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| Finals Week...
::gagging noises:: |
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