March

"Tonight I looked at the moon and I began to cry. Each person in the world has seen it the same way I have--whether to brighten the darkness or as a symbol of slumber. And in this, I wondered why superiority exists when this ever-present moon can serve the same purpose for each soul that sees it."

I dug this up today when I was cleaning off my desk. Remembering back to when I wrote it, I just felt pure bliss. I was in the middle of a really great time and I felt infinite. I had fresh eyes, more curious than ever. I guess happiness will do that to you. Well here I am, a little less than a year later, and all I can say is that I want brand new eyes again. I'm finding a way to have brand new eyes again.

A Box of Pizza

When a grown man has tears in his eyes over a box of pizza, its clear that there's something truly fucked up with this world. Nobody should be hungry and shivering on the streets of a city filled with people who live in luxury. Nobody should forget what it's like to feel warm or sleep on a bed. Nobody should have to call a box of pizza a miracle. That's just the way it is, I guess. There will never be a time where every person has what they deserve, because we're all selfish. I'm selfish. You're selfish. But I can honestly say that each moment of my life I've spent giving to someone else are the moments that are most fulfilling. The genuine joy on the man's face from the most simple of things made me feel like maybe the box of pizza wasn't his miracle, but he was mine.
Merry Christmas.

Grow Up.

That's my response to just about every person that's in a situation that bothers me.

But when I really began to understand what I meant by that, well

I realized that I didn't actually want the other person to grow up, I wanted quite the opposite.

Growing up, you take on scars and experiences and baggage that effects each step you take and each word you say.

Growing up, you learn to progressively see more tainted image of the world's beauty and wonders.

Growing up, you loose the ability to see the world clearly and in its purest form because you learned to adapt to modern society's motives and values.

Instead, grow down. Grow young. Un-grow. Whatever you want to call it,

be a kid again.

Those days when everything thing was something marvelous and brand new

Those days when every time you looked, you saw the world through pure eyes,

Those days when each moment fascinated you, and left you in awe.

So, everybody, grow up. And by that, I mean don't ever.

Sparkle

your eyes are dull, just one flat hue
missing the sparkle that once floated in that blue
because now you've been stripped to the bone
vulnerable and weak and undoubtedly alone
rewind to the better days as a child
whose hopes ran rampid and thoughts ran wild
now these monsters that have collected over the years
are surrounding you, consuming your view, feeding off of your fears
as you sit crouched, wondering if you have no choice but to stay
the child hidden inside of you screams them away
and all you can say is thanks to the child
whose hopes ran them rampid, whose thoughts ran them wild
the monsters fade into the distance, letting the sun reflect off of your eyes
sparkling now, as you watch the sun rise

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.