His voice...
...is like thunder over the waters.


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Friends:

Amy Cowley
Andrew Drennan

Andrew "Indy" Knottage
Anneleen
Barbie

Bethie
Cozza
Elissa Ikeda
Heather Bailey
Jonah Bailey
Katy Lou
Marie
Mark "Cheese" Knight
Mary Blair

Miriam"Mad Españadora"
Sam"Oatmeal Spice"Purdy
Sion
Sir Thomas Price


Quotable:
“I want to talk to God but I’m afraid ‘cause we ain’t spoke in so long.”
"Jesus Walks"
-Kanye West



Poetry Corner:

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

"My Immortal"
-Evanescence

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Wednesday, May 19, 2004
One Day In May...

My head feels very light and the dizziness has begun it's endless toil of encircling itself around me...and if it hadn't been for all that sleep lately my mind may have joined in the swirl around and diminish into itself.....As the weather in So.CaL takes it toll on my wintery perspective the thought and the cold seem to fade away as if they were never existent at all.

The summer breeze sweeping across my face leaves only subtle traces that my heart went right along with it. And today i'm feeling as in love with the thought of that breeze than any other thought i've had all year. This lucidness is what summer time is all about. Lucid thoughts that i too can join that breeze and be blown here and there and be swept along...this thought i will entertain as along as that breeze intends to blow.

Thoughts of surfing in that ocean, and skating in the twilight hours. To take a breathe and hold it while watching the sun go down beneath the earth. To drink this experience of life as if it were an ever ending cup of wine. The sweetness and decadence, fruitful and lush. Imagining myself a child again and running through blooming vineyards and sticking my bare feet into the mud just to feel the earth surround my little toes with a cold wet hug and smile contently because i know the secret of keys and i know where the doors are hidden.

One day in May i'll give into the breeze and wonder where my mind has drifted.


Posted at 09:11 am by saralarissa

 

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