a little uncertain of what to say now.

A small story:

I just wish I had been around more. I stopped visiting because sometimes it hurt to look them in the eyes and believe what they were telling me. God, I hope I kept that voicemail. It's the last time I'll hear her voice.

Some days, most things in life look trivial. I never want to take a moment for granted again, because by the time I open my mouth to ask the harder questions, it will be too late. My stomach feels like tangled ropes and intestines... gross.

I wish I had said goodbye.

halley's comet

thank you for the image

Sometimes beautiful comets collect dust on their surfaces.
The dust grows deep and eventually disguises the fierce brightness emitted by the comet...
When the dust becomes strong enough to stop the comet from plasma and particle emission, the comet is rendered an asteroid.
No longer does it shine; it is blackened and unseen.


If I am a comet, then I never want to let that dust build up.
I want to shine across the sky, and die when I'm closest to the Son.

dysfunction : failure to function in an expected or complete manner

a little worried about that hiker I saw on the road,
first they were on one road,
then I saw them when I was driving home too
but I don't understand how they got that far.
That's a long way to walk
worried they might be supernatural
probably shouldn't worry about things like that
astronomy time
planets in a line
line line line
dine
sign
kind
kind

things I want to do, lest I forget them.

1. Paint that sunrise, and those trees.
2. Add canvas-green straps to my boots.
3. Record the light through the trees, and spend an entire day watching it over and over again.
4. Create a music video.
5. Re-read my astronomy book.
6. Finish and re-write the novel.
7. Ride a horse.
8. Go to the Nutcracker this Christmas.
9. Go iceskating.
10. Bake, more baking and more baking!
11. Iceblocking in the snow.
12. Write music.
13. Sit in the lodge while everyone snowboards :)
14. Play Cello.

in less than an hour

my outlook on life may change.
it may stay the same,
as long as that routine is also a rhythm.
as long as my eyes are on the heavens,
and my hands are unclasped from themselves
and grasping life by its arms.

maybe my wish will come true.

omg feed me

i think some photographs have the worth of a concise sentence.

and some are worth a thousand words