breaking in

so many things remind me of "that time" 

you know, the time when _________

(you fill in the blank) 

lines on the freeway 

dark hills up ahead  

that painting

the smell of smoke

he writes like you 

but not what you would write 

edited so long ago 

when i tie a bow in my hair 

or lay down absorbing the sun 

remembering 

notes 

choices

days spent on the couches 

oh to live, i remember 

that time... constant reminders 

"i'm getting rid of everything i own,

want some goggles or a party hat?"

certain glasses 

bathrooms 

board games 

free minds

your singing again 

lost times  

living for now or whatever we find 

oh what is to live 

half-cut

to be near the half-cut smiles

so much truth 

so many decisions 

made 

as to the state 

of mind.

but not me 

the good 'ol days are today, i learned

sometimes we like to think back on "when it was so good" 

but you know what, 

right now can be just as good, 

if we let it,

now,

lets let it be great! 

warmer

recently i've been writing in short, and i think this one is going to be slightly more lengthy 

tonight my faith in something higher was restored or at least revitalized  

thanks to something that weekly i'm finding amazing 

something that's seeming to  speak volumes into my life 

and making me want to try.... for something 

1 corinthians 6:19-20 

i feel silly putting a bible verse 

but look at it 

as for me, i am not my own

i need to remember that 

and now, i want to. (remember) 

also tonight 

i stung a little 

but i dulled the sting and then turned it into joy and laughter and dancing 

i thank my friends 

that notice 

and care 

thank you 

.........

i noticed God there 

naked souls lead me to joy

rejuvenation 

notes

i want to write notes 

but i don't have my little yellow paper anymore 

i'm afraid you might not know it's me... 

you said you kept the last one 

but you said a lot of things 

that you didn't actually mean 

put your mind away

all of the dancing 

didn't melt sadness like him 

he would fill the room 

book filled with stories 

mysterious times to come 

my anchor ain't here 

put on your disguise 

smile like there is no wrong 

with breaking heart chords 

a dismal thought

if you don't let yourself feel 

then nothing hurts