Helplessly

I was in an office, one completely unfamiliar to me. The bland, eggshell colored walls stretched out of sight in every direction. The contour of my desk was defined by paper that was formed into skyscrapers, towering far above my sight. Two stacks of paper were separated far enough for me to see a single window. I was now aware of pelting rain and dark skies that loomed just outside of the walls. As I sat at the desk, my hands helplessly began sorting through each paper, all of which were completely blank. The silence was exploding in my ears and the boredom was eating at my thoughts. My mind was ticking like a clock, and the seconds went by ever so slowly. Suddenly and helplessly, I put the papers down. I climbed over my desk and through the skyscrapers of paper. I managed to open the window and slide outside. The rain greeted every inch of me, and I welcomed the sound of it beating on the ground. Dripping wet, I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket. I lit it up, and it went untouched by the rain. Inhale. Exhale. Perfection. Relief. Emotionless. Free. I cherished the last drag and tossed it on the ground. Just as the streams of water swept it away, the sun made its way through the thick blanket of clouds while the rain still bullied the ground. Helplessly, my feet began to move, picking up pace heading away from the building. Each step formed a silent goodbye to the dreary building and thankful greeting to the temperamental weather.
Then I woke up.

Crash and Burn

you are a speck of dust
and I am the atmosphere
crash and burn, right into me
baby, we'd make such a beautiful sight to see
if only for a second, or two, or three
baby, will you crash, and burn for me?

Somehow

Speeding down the highway, everything's a blur. I get what I deserve when I screech to a halt. Damn traffic. Another five minutes, another five feet. I need to go, I need to be there. I'm gripping the steering wheel too tight because now I can't feel my hands. My anxious mind is taking over because now my head is aching and pulsing and exploding. I'm not getting there anytime soon, I decide, because I can see the tail lights of endless cars extending to the horizon. It's too stuffy in this little car because now I can't breathe. I roll down the windows and let the breeze washe across my face. I take a glance out of the window and notice the highway goes along the river, and the waters seem low for this time of year. The smooth rocks peek out from the raging water, and it's beautiful somehow. I'm not sure how I overlooked it, but then again, it's the first time I've ever really noticed the river. Something on the wall across the river catches my eye immediately: graffiti, elegantly scrolled across it. It seems so natural, how the words flow along it, as if the wall was created just for that. It was beautiful, somehow. Just then, a car honks and I'm brought back. The taillights are in the distance now, moving steadily. I'm late, and I don't care.
Enjoy the scenery. Its beautiful, somehow.

You often hear about making your dream a reality, but where is the originality?
Make your reality your dream, and fuck the formality.

Forwards and Back

discover freedom.
the kind that makes a line an emotion and an idea a work of art
the kind that allows you to draw in black and white but envision vivid color
the kind that inspires creation rather than duplication
discover brilliance.

I'm losing you to the current, to the coastal breeze
I'm losing you to the storming seas, to the silhouetted trees
All of which seem to be moving away from me
In a fast paced, natural flow
Each pulse of nature, urging me to let go.

couch from the 90's ain't got no use

There comes a time when a couch is just not comfy anymore. The fabric is stained, the cushions are worn and you would rather just sit on the floor. So why would you keep it once it reaches that point? There's no logical reason. Especially when you had a bad quality couch to begin with. Who would get a couch that is not long-lasting and reliable? You have no obligation to a bad couch. So get rid of it. Simple as that. No need to drag it out and be miserable every time you sit on it expecting support, but finding nothing.

Bad friends are couches.