Anti-me

I'm a romantic, and slightly poetic
She said I am nothing and I'm pathetic
I refuse to accept that live alone
it's not my way, not my tone
I've got all this extra love to give
but being desperate is no way to live
So I wont be crawling
nor will I be falling
Back into old routines
of trusting you hurting
instead I'll be flirting
with the idea of opened eyes

Made this today.

New poem

I'm stacked high, and precariously balanced
I'm like a million grains of sand
I could be blown away or fall over
by just the touch of your hand.
Suspended in animation
I'll forever push forward,
no matter the consequences
or the strength of the chord.

the end.

It's funny how having a broken ankle makes you think a lot. The recovery time definitely helps too. I just don't think it coincidence of the people and relationships that have come and struggled because of this incident. I will treasure everyone and everything that has and will come into my life.

To those of you that may read this....thank you. To those of you that won't....thank you. To those that have cared less, or more, to those who feel I haven't been all I can or found me to be a better friend than you could ever be, know that life has a funny way of making it all happen for the strangest reasons.

Imogen Heap started me on a tear.

She tweeted this video this morning.

and since I've only been looking for videos that are all edits and came across thru-you.com as a result. Video flash editing is a wonderful invention.

The neverminds

I'm a chemical poet

with thoughts that don't change my face

but my life is in a constant phase shift

I know the changes are for the better

but this solid reaction

has me liquid and going with the flow