posting for your life

01.08.08 (10:22 pm)   [edit]
Yesterday, unknown to me, a man, a father, a son, a husband, maybe even someones lover, passed, young to die, at 46, young to life...so much to live for, so much to fight for and yet the very life he held so dear, is but a memory in anyone who knew him, mind...

Cold

12.17.07 (10:19 pm)   [edit]
By now your nearing the end of the journey, and your feeling the cold that awaiting you on the side you choose. I stand here, watching the waves, as they continue to lash are the sand, and remember the beating of our hearts as we once lay here together, not so long ago, one night. Dance, those were your words then, DANCE, as though you will never dance again. We, I , you , took that road, everyday, we danced, and now, as if the time came to an end, our dance has ended. The road has run out of curves, and the oceans waves settled to a quiet lapping of the beach. Somewhere, you still roam, your heart beats, filling the days, the nights with a dance of love, passion, and memories of all that can and will be...yet for me, I seek the memories of days so past that my minds confusion laps at the mere exsistance of my life.

Does it matter yet?

11.08.07 (10:40 pm)   [edit]
My day was not exactly perfect, not really bad, but very quiet...I don't mind being alone. I like my own company..don't argue with myself, don't have to impress me, just do about anything I want. When alone I do alot thinking, but not alot of remembering, past isn't always past, it effects who you are today. But I have those days that I don't want to remember, I guess, I don't want to know , "Me" I have things to deal with, which , I most likely will not, I don't want to remember, and you have to remember in order to deal... So tomorrow when you rise, you remember, I, will decide tomorrow

Just a day

11.07.07 (9:38 pm)   [edit]
Ever had those days where your just walking down the street and not sure where your going, not even sure if you care..like the life you lead, not sure where the next day will take you and even less sure if you even care... Watching the car's go by and you think about all the things that must be going on inside their head as they drive by and see you, don't even care...