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.

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.)

I come bearing gifts from my absence.

I'm killing some time from studying.

Currently I have a segment of writing I'm probably going to be sprucing up for my current art project, it goes a little like this:

"we count the days by watching the shadows rise and fall,
with the moon and the sun playing games in the flecks of our eyes, 

reality slips behind, as if it never mattered in the beginning and never will in the end.

the strings pulling at our legs and arms move us from day to day to day to day...

today i saw the sun set forty-four times,
but now i realize in my anguish i had been dreaming in my reality."

It still needs a bit of work done but that's so far what I have for that. Now time for your presents.

DAYs n/a (hiatus)

Hello my kittens.

Pictures are currently on hold, I'm rather seriously swamped and I'm nowhere close to kidding. Aside from the feeling of having my limbs torn from me I'm currently out defeating dragons and saving princesses, the norm around here or so I've come to realize. Though the tasks are quite arduous they do have their end and their silver linings, I just really have to set my nose to the grindstone and buckle down for an insane ride.

I'll update with pictures when I have the time but I don't think anything will come about for quite a while. Consider this a brief hiatus.

Unfortunately my senior year hasn't at all gone any way I would have hoped. Fingers crossed for a better turnout soon.

Good-bye is not forever.

Cellar door.

There's a lot on my mind so let's all get some shut eye.

DAYs n/a

Taking the afternoon off.

Mono has left me bewildered that my legs won't take me further... My mind has left in the same manor that my strength had left my limbs. My body wilts under the illness that infected my well being, like a flower without sun I have yet to find the strength that will hold my head up high again.
And yet this absence aides me further in slipping swiftly behind the rest.

My days depend on big kid naps.

Day 18

Final touches.

Isn't it the hardest thing to find a costume you like all aspects of unless you're crafty and amazing at making your own? Well I've been stewing over my displeasure with the costume I'd chosen this year, the crown has been peeving me but I have gotten some things to help pull me over for the rest of the costume... So let's just say I finally stepped out and went to a craft store to fix this crown situation... AMAZING SHELF SPACE FULL OF BOXES. I walked right up to a shelf full of boxes thinking "don't mind if I do," and grabbed some cute little ones as my mother just stared at her odd child happily buzzing about in the most inane way.

Being of the "hobo" persuasion lets just say I have a natural affinity for boxes.
Being of the artist persuasion lets just say I know a thing or two about boxes.
boxes, boxes, boxes, man...

Day 17

The following.

For the longest time as a kid shadows were intriguing. It was like a silent friend that went everywhere you did, except at night.

Day 16

Monday's blue.

In life there is at least something that has bound you so that nothing seemed like the right thing to do. Your stomach would turn and many restless nights occurred or still do... No matter what choice you made it still seemed like the wrong one... Though there is always a way out in the end, no matter how arduous it may seem. It's all part of growing up though...

So this morning the custodian carried my little friend from the room still breathing. He jokingly suggesting feeding him to snakes as he left the room. It's been a rather blue day.

Day 14

As of late.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm much too busy to update quite so often. So, Sundays will act as some form of "sabbath" for me but in the sense that I probably will refrain from taking pictures unless it's called for or necessary in some shape or form. The weekend will start on Friday and end Sunday night and I probably won't update within that time frame except possibly Sunday night with any pictures taken within those days so it will be like Christmas, for the soul fact that there will be more than one picture and probably a lot less writing. We shall see how this pans out for another week then.

DAYs n/a

Dust bunny lint trap.

Have you ever dumped out the contents of your pockets to discover more than half the amount of things in them, you couldn't recall how they came to be there? Have you ever noticed that sometimes you carry things in your pocket as a safety measure, or just for the sake of having some form of luck? These days I mostly find: pocket lint, bobby pins, a gum wrapper, lip balm, and an old fortune that had been torn in half. The first item is always there the next three are all items used as some sort of safety net (bad hair, chapped lips, emergency MacGyver gift, etc.), but the last item was a symbol of my life turning a new leaf and my luck finally changing for the better. Pockets contain all sorts of goodies, and for the longest time I just kept a pocket full of cereal and a Power Ranger.

Day 10

About the daydreamers.

I think it may be safe to assume we've all known someone who seemed to blend into the background, and let the world go on around them with little confrontation. It's not that they didn't want to participate but perhaps they where scared, much like a slug or snail retracts from being confronted by a single touch, wallflowers are introverted in a similar way. Wallflowers are delicate by nature, though you may over look their existence because of their shy nature, they are perhaps the most interesting people to get to know because of their unique perspective. They have observed many things in their years of living, and have the ability to build a great understanding from their surroundings and the people they may encounter. Many have a heightened awareness and an open mind for new ideas, which is more than an average person could say for themselves. Much like a slug takes it's time to go from place to place, wallflowers take in all they can about their surroundings and enjoy the simple things about life. They don't tend to overlook the little things, so often times they go about things in their own manner and get lost along the way. Which in this case, is often never a bad thing at all.

If you ever find yourself in the presence of a wallflower, be sweet and understanding. It may take time and patience but it's often times worth all of that. In taking the time to nurture a friendship with a wallflower you have the amazing gift of watching one fully bloom in front of your eyes.

DAY 9

The finer things in life are free.

It could be said that most of one's days should be carried on by the simple things. Often times those things are what make it so worth living in the first place. Whether it be a crunchy leaf to step on, a blue sky over head, a simple gesture by an acquaintance, or maybe even a warm hand to hold. Though it is easy to let a mind slip to being melancholy about the day it really shouldn't be.

Sometimes you just need that really great sandwich and a nice quite place to eat it at the end of the day.

DAY 7

p.s. My sweetheart helped me catch this one (just how I'd wanted it) since my hands were absolutely occupied with holding that sammich.

A simple way to keep artist's in check.

Ever so often I sit in front of the dusty keys.
My mind escapes me, I'm at a lack for words.
So I must leave behind my aspirations of
becoming a writer and paint my paper instead.

DAY 6

Low fidelity.

I don't have much to say for now except that
these are the extension of a heart and soul.

DAY 5