Shoes.

I thought I knew what loneliness was.
I didn't. What I knew was an infatuation.
Loneliness is this. Loneliness is now.
Loneliness is sure to be the future.
The tears can't stop falling because no one will notice you cried in the first place.
The people you invest so much of yourself into throw you aside as soon as better things come along.
You are scared to meet others because you know they will leave you.
Loneliness is being bored with yourself.
All you have is you. Your accomplishments, your failures.
Why try when there is no one to disappoint?
Why exist alone?

We are not meant to be alone.
Shoes have the basics.
Tongues. Soles.
Shoes come in pairs.
They work better in pairs.
Shoes should match.
Shoes are manufactured by man.
Man is manufactured by society.
Society is run by men.
Shoes epitomize our purpose.
When they are worn, shoes are retired.
Some shoes are fancy.
Some are functional. Some are comfortable.
Some are painful. Some are expensive.
Some are carefully crafted.
Others are accidental.
We need shoes as much as shoes need us.

Kent.

Bugles.

Red Rider.

I'm All Alone.

I'm all alone
At the drive-in movie
It's a feelin' that ain't too groovy
Watchin' werewolves without you...
Gee, it's no fun
Drinkin' beer in the backseat
All alone just ain't too neat
At the passion pit wanting you.
And when the intermission elf moves the clock's hands
While he's eating everything sold at the stands,
When there's one minute to go
'Till the lights go down low,
I'll be holding the speaker knobs
Missing you so-o-o!
Can't believe it,
Unsteamed windows I can see through.
Might as well be in an igloo,
'Cause the heater doesn't work...
As good as you...
Baby, come back!

ROFL.

Rolling on the floor laughing (ROFL) has a totally different meaning for people in wheelchairs.

Blanket.

Clarinet.

Just One Day.

I was looking at my old blogs on Xanga, and came across this song I wrote for my grandpa right before he died.
The emotions I get from these lyrics are still strong, which is interesting considering they are so poorly written. It is completely humbling, yet I would never take these words or thoughts back.


Just One Day

I’m standing here,
Looking at you.
Trying to think,
Of what to do.
You're so helpless.
So filled with pain,
Unsure of whether you’ll
Ever see the sunrise again.

You’re slipping farther,
The time draws nearer.
Every second,
Fills us more with fear.
But look at me,
I’m still strong and young.
I’m sure I won’t regret,
What I’m about to do when I’m done.


If I could switch places,
With you for just one day,
So that you could enjoy living,
One last time.
To get out and do,
All you want to do.
And give you a moment to shine,


This pain you’re not deserving,
I’ll glady to bear the hurting.
Because all I want to do,
Is give just one day of my life to you.


I should hurry,
It’s almost too late.
I want to do this before
You reach the pearly gate.
I can see that,
You’re almost gone.
All you can do,
Is to try to hold on.

If I could switch places,
With you for just one day,
So that you could enjoy living,
One last time.
To get out and do,
All you want to do.
And give you a moment to shine,


This pain you’re not deserving,
I’ll glady to bear the hurting.
Because all I want to do,
Is give just one day of my life to you.

To Be Continued... Again...

I am currently obsessed with the idea of front porches.

Lunch.

I am eating cereal with a fork.

Note to self:
Carry reading material in backpack for the downtime between classes.
Be productive.

Alabama.

I am not sure what I used to do on the internet.
I really haven't missed it this week.
Hopefully I will remember not to waste time anymore.

I had such a great time in Alabama.
I haven't done anything like that lately, and I regret my lack of spontaneity...
I have gotten lazy.
I miss the girl I used to be.