

Acceptance and Bitter StaresIt's dark out, And my mind is no longer able To obliviate itself with technology.Acceptance and Bitter Stares
Every word produces an awkwardness That makes me want to cry As I try to express everything That I want to be or do, Or defend all these things that I want to believe.
I saw a total lunar eclipse and was unmoved.
My mind closes off To all the natural beauty in the universe. It concerns itself Only with life And all the possible meanings Of that look in her eyes as she said, Definitely!
I want to run All over this city, and let i


At NightThe porch lamp sputtered out light, Making the big, grassy field Visible in short bursts,At Night
And I remember when we sat on that porch Together, and talked about that field And the clouds With a wonder And excitement that made us both cry.
Now the lamp has burned out, But you can still picture the clouds Vividly when you close your eyes at night.
Then you open them.


Aimless “Come now, there's so much I hope to do today and I haven't the faintest idea what that is yet.” And we strolled down the block. April and I were following Jim on his quest to not have another day wasted. Jim saw everything as we walked. Not a squirrel could wander up a tree without him taking notice and sighing “Marvelous,” or other such words. April was absolutely fascinated with Jim; she thought if anyone would ever come up with a set meaning of life, it'd be him. I just kept along with my hands in my pockets fiddling around with some keysAimless


Underground I was sitting there, looking down with my elbows rested on my knees, studying the fabric of my shoes so intently that I almost missed my stop. As the train was sitting there something clicked inside my head telling me it was time to get up and I went and slipped sideways through the closing subway doors. It was exiting the train station that I saw him; it was exiting the train station that I was overcome by a sense that I was in the presence of a true genius. I was a madman, still am. The man in question was sitting on the steps of a buildingUnderground


She is untitled, now.01.She is untitled, now.
She was an artist, she dipped her brushes into thick oils and argued with watercolors, finding them to run away too often from where she wanted them to stay, she prefered the paint that let her be more in control of the world she created.
02.
We met in math and she was drawing shadows on her papers and I was doodling comics, I was creating offbeat stars. She was older, skipped too many classes, hated math, loved to dangle cigarettes out of her mouth even though she was barely 17.
03.
She believed in Pers
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