Cherry Garcia.

Being this tired reminds me of my earlier days in high school, toothpicks pry my deary eyes open. I am stagnant behind this towering wall; why can't my body climb? It's fatigued, my mind is drifting to elsewheres and what use to be. I can't recall the last time I felt brave, only this feeling of insecurity. Sweeping over me, like a hurricane and it's waves gripping at my soul. I cut all my ties, "what doesn't bend will break"; I broke. It hurts just to wake up when you know you are wearing thin, alone on the outside. I wish I could sleep for a year, and wake up to something new; to someone new. A new image looking back at me in the mirror, a new mind to play with. A newborn. I want to look at everything with curiosity, looking to discover; to see everything for the first time, again. Familiar streets are brand new.
But, I would remember slowly, with a funny feeling under my skin.

Butter Pecan.

But, what happens if I wanna sleep on my tummy?

Or perhaps even on my right side? >.<

Orchard Peach.

One of my favorite things are the little circles on drink lids that you can push in that say *diet*, *cola*, *tea*, *decaf*, etc. I like pushing buttons. When I see DO NOT PUSH buttons, I start to think buttons have a hidden agenda.


Watching... Lecture Videos from my art class. They are actually relatively interesting.

Reading.... World War Z. [:

Listening... To Say Anything, they console me when no one else can.

Wanting... To go on a roadtrip, even just for a day.

Wondering... If you miss me, as much as I miss you


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Java Chip.

Sometimes if you stare at a picture long enough, the image disappears. It becomes familiar and you forget what it was like to first see it. You forget the feelings and perhaps the memories that you once associated with that image. Instead it just becomes an image in the back of your head, just something pasted into memory. && then it's gone, and slips through your fingers. I'll tell you I stared at that picture for so long it lost it's meaning. I intended to memorize it's every detail, it's every shaded color, instead; the opposite was accomplished. So much for being intense. It's a lesson to those who are intense that if you are too much of that, it turns to nothing. && those who are too thorough lose all detail in the end. Sometimes, it's just best to take things in their simplest form; no need to dig deeper.