Cry.
January 27, 2008 
The bitter sting of tears
Washes over the earth
The sky is falling
Into the ocean
A smile is cursed
A love is lost
And hungry eyes
Pray for salvation
Emotion
January 24, 2008 
I’m Sure I’ve Said This Before…
January 16, 2008 
I know I must have placed this quote somewhere in this blog before but here it goes again:
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost
But I have also found fondness in this quote:
Life is to be lived, not controlled, and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life goes on. Simply put. And with that realization, I will not shed another single tear.
Ps.
I love Thomas Merton- “It is in deep solitude that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brothers. The more solitary I am the more affection I have for them…. Solitude and silence teach me to love my brothers for what they are, not for what they say.”
And I think Thoreau really gets me- If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
That’s all there is.
Beneath The Wind.
She had finally done it, severed all ties with anyone she had ever loved. Not on purpose like some but rather through a series of not being able to control herself. She regretted what she had done almost immediately. But regret wasn’t enough to make the pain go away. It only added to it. If she had been confident in her decision then perhaps the pain would never have phased her. Perhaps the pain would have never come at all. But no, that was not the case. It was like she was drowning in pain. And nothing could take it away. No, something could. As she slumped down the length of the wall of her small New York apartment she could think of only one thing. It was something she had considered for a long time but never went through with, no matter how hard times were. As she sat on the cold tile floor she pulled a sharp blade from her pocket. She looked at the delicate skin on her wrists. She wouldn’t even have to cut that deep. Sure it would hurt, but what was physical pain in comparison to the emotional pain she had brought upon herself. The blade gleamed with anticipation. The first drops of crimson almost made her laugh. Happy she was, to be put out of her misery. She laid her head down on the floor, a smile upon her face. A breeze came through a crack in the window, warm and comforting as she withered beneath it.
