sometimes o' nights

ahhhhhh 12 o'clock. my old friend. i've missed you. it seems so long since we've spent this much time together. i remember all the great times we had last year. the times with the chemistry and the biology. the times with the math and the times with the papers. the times with the studying and the times with the cramming. all good times. all great times. and words can't express how happy i am that those times are gone. now it's just the times with the facebook, and the times with the hulu, and the times with the blog. times like this. good times. great times. times that could be spend so much more profitably.




wait. why am i not in bed?

moment

there are very few things that can capture a moment
words can't. words take too long to capture a moment
movies can't. movies are too complex to capture a moment
music can't. music's moments are gone as soon as they come

but photography. photography can.
with the snap of the shutter, a look, a breath, a moment can be captured and preserved forever. it can be relived again and again. it can perfectly retain a memory when all other forms fail to. it is more precise than a mental image, more transparent than a film, more straight forward than a sentence, and more lucid than a score. it speaks volumes without saying anything at all.
it's the perfect memory.

a list of jobs i would someday like to hold

-lifeguard
-mechanic
-trucker
-barista
-nanny
-author
-farmer
-landscaper
-camp counselor

turieb

it's half past 1
i saw the sun
till there was none
there was none
and in my brain
a noisy pain
like i was sane
but quite insane
and then i watched
the bubbles froth
and race moths
they raced like moths
the level's down
it hits the ground
and goes around
without a sound
till half past 2
when i see you
and then i knew
and now i'm new

hands

some people use hands to hold
some people use hands to hit
some people use hands to write
i use my hands to remember things
some people use hands to carve
some people use hands to cook
some people use hands to create
i use my hands to remember things
some people use hands to caress
some people use hands to explain
some people use hands to wipe
i use my hands to remember things

iJump (off cliffs)

look around and see familiar faces
no eye contact, don't interact
they look down and count their measured paces
they ignore me, invisibility
stay wrapped up in their own private lifestyle
don't ask questions, don't seek answers
tell themselves they're going to run this mile
they can do it, they'll get through it

they don't seem to understand
that sometimes things go hand in hand
what's the point in climbing high
cuz you'll never reach the sky
don't tell people you need help
never tell them you need help

sit in a hallway full of silent pictures
give me glances, no second chances
the space between is filled with haughty bickers
soundless fighting, callous biting
denial in the form of pure ignorance
is it bliss, is it worth this
too proud to frown and too hard wince
feelings buried, worries buried