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[28 Nov 2004|09:05pm] |
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something worth anything or nothing at all.
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[21 Oct 2004|11:34pm] |
there exists this unique
exchange of words
in the space of silence
between you & i
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[21 Oct 2004|11:26pm] |
i've kept too much passion inside,
stifled by the cotton
of this pale-weak smile.
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[17 Oct 2004|09:48pm] |
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yeah. we met the man, but the more i read, the more i hear, & the more i recall him, i understand that he is only human. we all are only human.
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[11 Oct 2004|03:32pm] |
i have been given this day to use as i will. i can waste it or use it for good. what i choose to do is important, because i am exchanging a day of my life for it.
-unknown.
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[03 Oct 2004|12:08pm] |
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& we escape to the closet to find privacy. to be alone.
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[29 Sep 2004|10:18pm] |
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you presume that you know, but you really don't. don't be discouraged though; things happen when you're ready.
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[23 Sep 2004|12:17pm] |
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& i fell in you, to drown in you, to suffocate, & yet breathe. finally.
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[13 Sep 2004|07:57pm] |
I just spent twenty or thirty minutes sifting through my photobox that I brought from home. Nostalgia is a bitch, but helpful concerning essays. I found pictures of downtown 'fieldtrips' that Gina, Tonya, Cassy, Raven, and I went on. I found pictures of Westchester's courtyard with everyone around the lunch table. I found photos of my sixteenth birthday at the beach. Seventh & eighth grade photos covered the bottom of the box.
Faces, places, events, objects, & expressions... all of that led me to think about where these people are now. It's almost unbelievable how drastically people change, or what extreme events can occur at any point in life to suffocate hopes & dreams of the future. I don't know how to interpret any of it. I don't know what it means. Anything can happen? Take care of yourself? Never settle? Stay on track? Have faith? Be who you are? Enjoy innoncence? Talk? Share? Love? Don't be afraid to feel? Reach out?
I came across a photo of the time Tonya, her mum, & I surprised Gina at school for her sixteenth birthday. I've never seen such a genuine smile. I have a close shot of Marlena's face, & it reminded of how beautiful she is. I've got a photo of Albert holding up a peace sign, staring at the camera, & declaring his youth behind the front row of our Cornerstone selves in the cafeteria. Cassy & Raven look nearly identical towering upon the wall of that 'pond' downtown. Nick, eyes wide open, stares up from his kneeled position on the floor as he opened his locker door. Chad crouched meekly in the corner behind Tonya. Cassy always shyed from the camera.
With these images in mind, it drives me mad to know that we can wander so blindly or stupidly through life; so much could have been done in prevention. We stand too long in the same spot, & we fall behind. We stumble at the wrong time, & can't seem to recover. We jump too high, & the landing breaks us. We dance with the wrong people, & we forget who we were.
Photos capture us as we once were. They can be the moment of truth in our lives, & bring change. They are landmarks. They inspire. They have the unique ability to shatter stability. Photographs.
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[27 Aug 2004|07:46pm] |
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don't you find it odd that in that single moment you think you could be normal, you only find that it is an impossibility.
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