Short and Sweet

There are some thoughts that never go away

The familiar becomes strange,
while
The strange becomes familiar.

Were we always like this?
Or was it taught?

I never knew what to make of you.
An Enigma, star like.
I could see you, but never grasp an understanding.

There is much I do not know,
But, luckily,
... I've always been curious.

The Details

Total Black.
The lines on the road simply fade into the darkness.
Hills and Horizon; there is no difference.
Does this road lead anywhere?
Everywhere?

I feel every rock, hole, and bump in the road.
This van saw it's best years pass, but it was never told.
A boy I know nothing about.
Too foolish to quit, too simple to fold.

The moon lights our way.
It hides behind every cloud and tall tree,
But it does not let me linger in the dark.
For a final hour, she grants my plea to see.

In the moment before twilight
We find the snow
Bleak and melting....
Although, simply reminding

This boy is my navigator
He tells me when to turn or twist
"Up this hill, and then your 3rd left"
Then he is asleep.

The road winds on and on.
I take many turns, but it is the same road.
I wonder where it ends, as the sun rises.
I shall never know.


The fog rolls in,
The snow fills out.
As if in a dream I steadily continue on
But it is all the same.

As I rise from the mist,
I'm greeted by walls on either side.
I feel trapped, but excited.
Home is wide open.

A river runs sleepily next to me,
Frozen over completely.
It is quiet here.
This place does not exist.

As I rise above it all,
And look down on all I've seen.
I see white. Forever.
As far as the eye can see.

And then I arrived,
And it was over.

It's curious though.
How from afar, everything was the same
But I remember the little things.
The details.

For all the girls I've loved and laughed with.
It may all seem the same, from where we stand, so far away today.

But I remember the little things.
The Details.

The girl

I wish I could do better by you
cause it's what you deserve...

Evening thoughts

Watch the smoke billow away.

Flick that cigarette into the evening air, and with it your worries.

December 8th

Another year gone, Another Friend lost.

It's been real dude, but you don't need me anymore.

KT be with you kid.

That Wail

The last few months have been a long story, filled with sighs.

I spend time with my Harmonica, but we have yet to click as we do in my dreams.
I want to hear my dark thoughts and fleeting emotions out loud, in a cry to nobody.
The wail and roll

I want to feel my lungs aching for air, as the last notes of a long conversation with myself fade.

I want the pain of all this loneliness to echo from within, and echo from without

I crave to express myself without the need for words.
They just don't do it anymore.

I need to feel the vibrations of the air, filled with the silent screams I feel when time stands still.

What I need most though, is a simple dark evening.
Me and my reed.
And the memories that always come flooding when I am quiet and still.
oh, the memories.

They shall fuel my music
That would be enough.

To be happy with what my pain has wrought.
To listen to my own mind at work.
Even if nobody else ever hears it.

The Sea and a Stone

It's hard to deal with my loneliness when literally everyone around me has someone to fall back on.

But this is how it is.
And even I understand that complaining about it will not change it.

I will be alone through all of the holidays,
And I even have to spend my Birthday away from friends and family.
I don't even have to chance to con a girl into dinner with me, using my Birthday as an excuse.

I'm going to take it as a sign.

I'm not going to find a girl who wants me, that isn't already with someone else.
I'm not going to find a girl who wants me, who isn't living in a different area.
I'm not going to find a girl who wants me, while living in the Tri.

I'm going to be stuck in Wenatchee until Mid January it seems.
There will be no women for me.

I wish I was able to cope with this loneliness.

Being in this mindset,
I remember all the girls before this.

My name on their lips
Their eyes, looking only at me
Her fingers in my hair

The past is painful
The future seems bleak
The present is empty, and always flowing forward.

But I remember you all
Yes, even you.

Perhaps,
Perhaps you all were the Sea,
And I was just a stone.