Somehow, Someway...

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 15:31:42 GMT

Repetitive.

I remember you telling me

This city will break your heart.

It will change who you are.

Tear you apart

But I've been there

Hurt enough people to know.

That if you don't get away every once in a while

you're never going to grow.

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 14:08:06 GMT

It's been three years.

Six days.

Five minutes.

I love the way your hair

Twirled across the front of your face.

And I love the way

you said you loved me too.

Even if we were both eighteen

and I was failing school

You would always be there for me

through all the fucked up things I'd do.

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 13:47:38 GMT

I'm only trying to find a reason.

So I could stick around.

Maybe I'll just find some excuse.

To stay in this old town.

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 13:47:07 GMT

I looked around for a few minutes.
Just gathering old thoughts, trying to figure out exactly where I was.

No such luck.
I was lost
and I was without reasonable explanation.

I remembered
a child
when these trees were as tall as buildings.
Who knew that as we grew up
those plants, too, would grow
and become as tall as buildings.

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 21:11:52 GMT

Flower pictures are totally not my thing.

Lightposts are the new flowers.

Ever wish you could just break?

I sure do.

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 18:54:53 GMT

Yes?

No?

Maybe, baby.

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 15:24:03 GMT

Music.

innovation.

I want to be like Warhol
without the velvet.

Not your parents' video.

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 20:54:42 GMT

I'll be leaving in a few months
off to study the works of those before me.
and what was once referred to as 'home'
will no longer be a place in which i seek refuge.
A very crucial, yet independent negative aspect of
leaving this place.

Travel.

What a beautiful night it was, yesterday evening.

Human interaction. It's so...
indifferent.

Gooday.
With much love
Nick.

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 12:57:01 GMT

Coffee Table

Living room

No parking

No littering

Days are limited

Yours truely.

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:35:04 GMT

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 00:05:32 GMT

So here I go.
My heart, reputation, life;
it's all on the line.
Love it, hate it.
It doesn't really matter.
It all takes the same work to be done.

Please stop raining.
Please.

It's so unnecessary.
so fucking unnecessary.

I'm not selling out.
I'm not forgetting my roots.
I'm just moving on.
We all move on in time, right?
It's only logical.

Protection.

The present is just there to divide the past and the future.
There's no real present.
There never will be, it's the future.
There never was, it's the past.
You just need that divisor.
That safety net to fall back on.
We all do.