Father Time Monologue.

I sometimes think it’s the inner monologues that drive us from our senses so late at night, but perhaps it’s the fact that we could so easily lose ourselves in the depths of our wavering consciousness…

What is it that envelopes our senses, but the dark night that smothers us to the comfort of our beds…

What is to become of the night owls who can’t seem to find a source of ease? What do they need? What are they missing? Why can’t they enter the same realm all other half woken bodies enter?

Why must the nightingale suffer through the long droughts of dreamless nights and sleepless days?

Keeper of time and father of momentum forgive my transgressions,

let me fondly pass into a state of restful meditation

for once I ask that my odyssey be over

my body is tiresome and my mind, it weaves in and out of realities near and far.

I’m afraid I’ve lost myself, my dear father,

On the long journey that awaited me.

My personal perception is but a phantom to my restless eyes and the shadows transpire memories as the daylight rises and falls. 

-Here I shall provide a picture that has nothing to do with this piece. On another note, it's come to my attention that I tend to write monologues for no one. This one never quite seems done to me... oh well. I wasn't born to be a writer but sometimes it's nice to pretend.

Painting the sky purple.

I started painting a poster for my teacher yesterday.
While listening to my brother, my brother and me I finished the poster today.
I haven't started the work I was supposed to do,
but it's still nice to goof around with paints.
Sometimes things end up well even when you go out of order.

DAY 6 & 7

Perspective.

Everything really just relies on perspective.

Here's a tidbit I found floating around on my desktop.

"As the night sky opens, the cosmos aligned in such patterns as to tell a tale of love, loss, and desperation."


DAY 5

Another day another potted plant.

I haven't a word to spare today, but I have a thought that I can.
"sometimes we can't help but lose ourselves to our thoughts, which wrap our minds like cellophane."


DAY 3 & 4

I could be tails.

If we ever play sonic the hedgehog together,
if you'd let me I'd be tails & I promise not to suck.

Happy (late) new year everyone.

The idea of a new years resolution can be daunting but I always thought they where a charming idea for self betterment and awareness. You don't necessarily have to keep them, you just have to strive to achieve them.

I got a replacement camera, it's ok.
DAY 1 & 2

(starting the count over again, because I can.)

A season for giving.

I have a few backed up piles of photos so a few pictures a day won't hurt will it?

My favorite parts of the holidays have always been the weather, beautifully wrapped packages, and the shiny decorations. Though it has to be said that the cheery disposition that follows is always the very best part.

DAYS n/a

Rotting on the Vine by Werebear

Don't tell me you don't want this, because I know you better than that. Plus the kittens worked so hard on it! So pick it up and give it a listen, they'd be delighted to hear what you think. (on another note, they used one of my pictures for the album art, so check it out!) Rotting on the Vine by Werebear