4:39 AM

It's been a long time since I felt like I could write. Well, at least write something I thought I could share. As I scrolled through the archives of my private thoughts and scattered words, I realized that while most of the time I was sharing my writings because I wrote them other times I was writing them to share them. In the midst of that simple realization, I was immediately disappointed.

It felt like when my reasons for writing became unclear, I decided to stay away from words and focus on photographs. When the images began to blur and my eyes felt heavy, I relied on the sound of music and when my favorite artists were scarce in effect, I accepted silence. What I did not anticipate was the pleasure I would reap from this silence. With the absence of words, my feelings felt magnified. Feelings not allowed to speak have become my favorite. I began to believe that the only logic in verbalizing our feelings are to be able to share them. How useless to spend energy wasting words on visitors. After all, no matter how much you share your feelings by using your words and no matter how redundant your feelings and your words appear to be, at the end of the day they are fleeting, just like we'd hope most house guests would be.

If I should call you up, invest a dime ...

Everything has a price, if you're wondering what it is, just look at how you feel. There isn't a single moment both significant or mundane that has let you go without taking something from you.

New York City, Always a Good Idea

I'm no expert, but ...

For beginners, I've never been married, so I may have zero to negative zero authority to comment on such a matter as marriage, but I will anyways. We've all seen friends and family get engaged, married and then divorced. Some we expected, others not so much, nonetheless whether predicted by our extraterrestrial powers or not, we imagine it to suck. Now, I'm sure everyone has a theory or ten for why things crumbled the way they crumbled, and every marriage (I assume) is significantly different, but it dawned on me that...

ROCKET SHIP POPSICLE'S ROCK

Patiently Waiting

Goals

I AM A W.I.P.

WORK IN PROGRESS