July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

the worst part about forever
is not knowing if i’ll ever be
completely immersed in it


May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

Does anyone else ever wonder
what time really means?
And what if everything in this life
is just a figment of our dreams?
If there was nothing, anywhere,
then what would even be?
And why is it that our life story
is just one incredible mystery?


March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

Perhaps they ran from the home they knew
to a world outside beneath a sky big and blue

Perhaps they grew tired of such a predictable plot
a more passionate life, they urgently sought

Or maybe they felt abandoned, or perhaps even lost
so they fled the scene entirely, not considering cost

For adventure or relief, perhaps they truely searched
trying to find utopia, or a brand new place to perch

Maybe news of opportunity came by word-of-mouth
so they all caught a train and headed down south

Or they could have simply spilled out onto the floor
and scampered quickly toward the nearest open door

But I guess I’ll never find out the true cause of this event
It will forever be a mystery where all my bobby-pins went


twelve o’clock

February 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

the day leaves softly
closed eyes and an open mind
drifting to tomorrow


January 27, 2014 § Leave a comment

the unknown is incredible
and mystery is remarkable
and should be embraced as unequivocal
for if everything were explainable
then love would be too logical
and the stars wouldn’t be as magical
dreams might become impossible
and new life wouldn’t be so wonderful
while wishes may turn improbable
and who would want to live in a world
so completely rational?
the chaos is to be embraced
lets celebrate the implausible.

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