Saturday, May 23, 2009


Thoughts are what fill our minds each and everyday. Some good, some bad, some enlightening, some depressing. Rather we like it or not, thoughts are who we are. Thoughts are the reason our world is the way it is, thoughts are the reason for stereotyping, thoughts are the reason for love, hate, passion, disgust, happiness, and every other emotion. Thoughts are the only thing that we can share, and keep to ourselves at the same time. Why do we think? We think because that's all we can do. Thinking makes people seem confident, curious, courageous, hopeless, enthusiastic, etc. Thoughts are the explanation for everything we are. What are your thoughts?

Friday, May 22, 2009


Everything, everything is a lot. Everything consists of many things, countless things. What is everything? Everything is all, everything is 100%, everything is anything you need, want, have, see, hear, taste, touch, think, dream, hate, love. Everything is your entire life and meaning of existence. My everything, is you.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


Most days are okay, some are ever better, but there are those few days where they aren't so swell. Days like today, are the days I spend missing you more and more as every second seems like an hour. It's days like these where I find myself crying throughout the day longing just for a glimpse of your face, or a brush of your skin across mine. Every night I find myself wanting you here in my arms as I kiss your forehead and squeeze you tightly against my chest. But it's nights like these, where I flood my sheets in tears wanting it even more.

Monday, May 18, 2009

What are you?

What are you? The thought that races through my mind, the constant whisper in my ear, the sustained image in the corner of my eye. What are you? You seem to constantly hinder my thoughts with your seductive look and sound. Are you real? Are you fictional? Are you a sign? Are you a warning? What are you? Your the love of my life.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sleepless Nights

What is it that keeps me awake night after night? Night after night, I find myself laying and thinking. Thinking about the softness of her lips, the firmness of her grasp, the gleaming of her eyes, and the calming of her voice. Even though I may not sleep, I wouldn't want anything else keeping me awake.