reckless.abandon.

Witnessing yourself evolve without a purposeful effort is like gazing across the void at an old house crawling with builders busy with renovations. I am still surviving this life with the same body I was born to but it’s as if my spirit is watching the modifications thru the eyes of another being. I always loved with reckless abandon. I always trusted as if everyone is as honest as I try to be. At thirty the universe decided to train me like a warrior being readied for battle. Like a rock being polished to be a smooth stone at the hands of waves and sand. I never wanted to be jaded. I loved how big my heart was. But perhaps to do greater things in life I needed to grow tougher skin. Now I’m cautious to everyone’s intent.

almost.lover.

I cannot go to the ocean… I cannot drive the streets at night… I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind. So you're gone and I'm haunted. And I bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life? Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance, my back is turned on you. Should've known you'd bring me heartache, almost lovers always do.

I don't believe you have to be better than everybody else. I believe you have to be better than you ever thought you could be.

millipede.

(A FACEBOOK POST WRITTEN BY A FRIEND, MATT HARDEN - I APPLAUD HIS WRITING SKILLS): I am a kind and benevolent ruler. Here is just one example as to why. I noticed a millipede in the downstairs bathtub this morning. He was just hanging out, like some false eyelash discarded by Satan. Assuming he could use his grotesque little body to find his way back to hell, I shut the door and went on with my day. Settled at home hours later, I remembered Satan's lash and I grew curious. I went to check on the situation. He was still there. He hadn't moved. My presence d...idn't rouse him. Cautiously, I blew a puff of air at him. Nothing. I thought him dead. With a tissue I prodded him. He was not dead! He was on the tissue and he was fast! I turned and turned and turned that tissue so rapidly in hopes of avoiding whatever he was planning! In an almost stultifying panic I managed to get him to the nearest exit. Sweet mercy! He is gone now and I am saved. If he'd made the slightest contact with my skin, you'd have heard his murder. Or, more likely, my screams before he ended me.