Sunday, August 29, 2010

My heart is an ocean inside my chest; uncontrollable and tumultuous, varying and steady.

Friday, August 27, 2010

The past seems so far away.  
And it was an eternity.  
It makes me sad.  

Seeing the faces of yesterday. 
  The ones that are now so far away. 
So very far. 

  I wouldn't change the choices we made. 
  I wont change the ones we are making. 
But I still mourn the times we were together. 
For selfishly I want to keep you. 
  But love doesn't work that way. 
  So go far.  

As far as you can. 
But remember last eternity.  
When we were together.

Monday, August 16, 2010

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Edward Estlin Cummings

Saturday, August 14, 2010

"This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up"

Not really, because I try not to dwell.

But I still like the song.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Splash Paint Words

"The glittering ambiguity of a girl's smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question but never gives it."
~ "Looking for Alaska" by John Green
I have WANTED to write. I have had no words. I have been angry. Scared. And melancholy. But today I write.

Above is one of my most favorite quotes. It is why I tag my photos with Glittering Ambiguity. 

I love fortune cookies. Did you know that? I have fortunes scattered throughput my journals and possessions. The most recent winner is one my friend texted me this morning "If you live a long life it will be a testament to the self control of your friends".

In about a week I move back to college. I am excited to decorate my half of the room. I have all sorts of ideas.

I am also excited to write again. Well, to be assigned to write. I want to do it well.

My friend and her sister had an argument about what my major is. The options: English or Creative Writing. The Reality: 

Saturday, August 7, 2010

I once knew this summer was temporary.
When did I forget?
When did I begin to think it could stay this way.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Through the hallowness  
I swim  
Mapping the foggy spaces  
Discovering new countries  
And shifting the physical  
It's seems an adventure 
A quest it is  
Searching for truth  
Amidst the rubble  
And clutter  
That is only hallow

Monday, August 2, 2010