A Half Truth

The air is relentless in its moving

In it’s rushing by

Can you see why we’re cold?

Because we never stop

When you run out of breath

When you are forced to stop.

When I hurt too much to run

That is when we’re warm.

The air stops swirling around

And for a moment

All is calm

There is no fear

Only warmth.

Then the wind remembers

The breeze continues on its pilgrimage to find what can’t be found by going

And you move

And I move

We are gone

Swallowed perpetually by the cold

Two “I”s

Separated by this blizzard without snow

But no one would ever know

No one would ever know.

--

     I wrote this back in February, found it today, and thought it was worth a post, especially as I am so unfaithful to you all.

When endings are not endings

But merely states of change

The ice falls into my brain

Slowing shutting me down

I fight to move

I fight to live

I would rather give up

But then 

Its not just me that's here

I have to talk

I have to move
Not for my benefit, but yours

Quickly the ice is in reverse

Back from whence it came

I talk I move I breathe

In this moment
I live for you

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.

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

A Dusting of "News"

Sorry the pic is kinda pixilated, I sent it from my phone {:) exciting!}.

Anywho, I set up a blog email today, so if anything bloggy requires email, I am set. pennedinorange@gmail.com

On other fronts I recently read An Abundance of Katherines and Paper Towns both by John Green. I enjoyed each immensely, although I think Paper Towns is the favorite, Katherines was very good as well.

I wanted to blog since I set up the email, however nothing is presenting itself. Perhaps a poem...

restless

stubborn

enemies at heart

change is needed

yet detested

How unfair

It can bring color

appreciation

sometimes strife

Yet always always

good or bad

is greeted with gripe

Remember fair change

when next you feel upset

For good things will come from all

Especially without gripe

Not a great poem, but it shall stand... It goes with the pic.

A poem. ^_^

wanta come
wanta come with me
with me
with me- where i go?
where i go
whenever
whenever- i go?

will you
will you- come with me
with me
with me- where i go?
wherever i go
will you go with me?
with me
with me- wherever i go?

would you
would you- stay with me
with me
with me whenever i go?
whenever i go
would you stay with me
with me
with me- wherever i go?

you'll stay with me
with me
with me where i go
when i go
you'll stay with me
with me
with me-- always.

Vectors on sleep, and intoxicating flowers

The title is just a jumble of my day so far. I really should not be typing this, i should be working on my essay, but i haven't posted in a while so i decided i should. i'm not quite sure what to type so i'll just do a thought poem i think :)
weights pull me down
heavier heavier
the things of this realm
the musts
and have to's
somewhere in the swirl i
must
find time to be with you
alone
i don't ever want to be alone
so it's good that i'm not
help me to remember that you are always near
keep me in gear
as i pedal
and you steer.