aranciata, you try..

just around the river bend

 

its almost that time of year. the cold is creeping in. slowly. but. surely. I never close one of my windows and I was awakened last night by a nice small chill coming in from outside. I had to turn off my fan and I ran back into my covers. and this year. its going to be different. ive got a new bed spread. don’t you like. I cant wait.

salut

john

my.personal.heater

squeeky

the heart is full

play and read. 

Jess and i were driving up the canyon saturday night while listening to this song. she said, this is the perfect music for what we are doing right now. as i swayed my shoulders back and forth i smiled and agreed. it instantly became nostalgic and almost euphoric. the moment became still for a moment. i looked back on what she and i have been sharing together. what we were sharing together at that very moment. i thought i could listen to this forever if it means we are doing this right now. so i cant stop listening to it. i dont want to listening to it. i dont need to stop listening to it. 
on the sea. 
future unwritten. endless possibilities. bliss. even if we knew how much further we had left to go. it would do little to know if it again meant that we would be here. that we are here. right now. where we belong. nothing else really matters. its a intimate and personal realm of belief and thought of mine but i want to share it with you guys.

salut
john
sunflower.is.the.new.snowflake

i thought. well. now that you got the message. restart the song and read along. got you. 
  

Out on the sea we'd be forgiven
Our bodies stopped the spirit leaving
Wouldn't you like to know how far you've got left to go

Somebody's child
Nobody made you
It's not what you stole its what they gave you
In or out you go
In your silence your soul

Would you rather go unwilling
The heart is full and now it's spilling
Barreling down the steps
Only a moment left

In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where you begin and I'm defined
Daughter of unconscious fate
Time will tell in spite of me
In hind of sight no peace of mind
It begins and we'll be fine
Where shadows bend and suddenly
The world becomes
And swallows me in

Whistle to a friend
Gentle til the end
Anyway in a name
She takes shape just the same 

beach house - on the sea 

sleep to sleep

productive.

things seem to fall into place when you take control.

I woke up early ready to head into work today only to check my calendar right as I am leaving. turns out I had three hours to kill. three hours to effectively use. better put. and I sure did.

I got an art wall project done and done.

I went to go see the other guys. still in the works.

I had a healthy lunch.

I felt the day change.

you see. it was productive indeed.

there were only about two things that killed today. I didn’t get to call my mother back. and I didn’t get to see jessica.

I loved my conversations at work today. totally engaged. and speaking of engaged. we got a ton of newly weds coming in right as school starts depositing their checks and money they received as wedding gifts I suppose. I always rejoice with them.

one thing to be said. well. context first. today a buddy of mine is just brushing his teeth under a tree in the shadows of the night. he thought he was being sneaky. nothing escapes my eyes. he told me he had so much on his plate. overwhelmed with emotions. I asked what he was going to do about it. he said. I am going to sleep. I cant control this. if I go to sleep. it all ends. I said. woah man. first of all. who do we need to talk to about this. lets go to the source. he said that individual was out of reach for tonight. I offered my help but I guess its not the same. I finished by saying hey man. be where you are tonight. feel it. there is a time and place for all feelings and emotions. deal with it. be a big boy. you need it. don’t go to sleep. because it will be there in the morning. it will wake up with you. so. just be there. feel it out. talk to whomever if needed. and lets gain control back. I think he is okay. he kept brushing his teeth. we hugged it out. and I continued on my way.

word.

salut

cant.wait.to.show.you.my.art.project

happy sunday

brings me to tears every time