Farewell Summer Dreams.

For All those Things of Past and Present will Shake Away
Like Leaves on a Tree in the middle of a golden autumn
For the Forgetfulness of Old man Time
will sweep in like the gust of august
And all the Summers of Past will be left to the earth
they will be left alone to pass on
So soon we'll be swept by the currents and salty air
to remain only in silence beneath a wave
The glittering sunset will be the last thing we ever remembered
as our palms kiss in summer air

Down The Rabbit Hole Blues.

So watch as my tongue spills these violent adjectives and oxymoron's. As We watch as our lives crash, like spoiled milk spilling onto an already stained carpet. You speak in such elegant tongues and even through the wire, I can tell your sly smile is present. Drink your liquor down baby, It'll make you look more beautiful from this angle, and I cleaned my closet last night to find images of us spilled into an unspoken poem of betrayal. Examine how this red nail polish represents the blood that is on both of our hands, my love. The Absinthe will make you Absent and You can follow your way down the rabbit hole now. If you meet the Queen of Hearts, send her my regards and tell her I couldn't find my way. My hands become sand paper scratching for ways to find my own way down, I am Idle. Translation started a Relationship with the one you love the most and you weren't even present. So let all the words spill off your tongue, Let the Liquor go dry, Let Yourself divide. I'll be on your porch with a cup of sour milk waiting for the rabbits to hum our song..thats when I'll come home.

0.01 Video Blog

Ignore the fact that I am playing with my hair constantly, wearing a huge t-shirt, and cannot stop saying hum and not looking directly in the camera. Oh the boredom that ensues me when I am home alone on a week night.

one week from today, let my anxiousness begin (college!)

old habits die hard.

I've been stringing words together that make anything but sense all the while playing anything by Explosions in the Sky on repeat. I am drinking Iced tea until my teeth rot out and I haven't brushed my hair. I blog more than I breathe. I want to see lights in my eyes really late at night, I'm tired of hearing the crickets chirp their lullaby. I want out, I want to truly escape. Instead these old habits gnaw at me nightly, I wonder If I'll ever be free.

cheers.