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I'm just on my way to work
a regular morning i assumed

and while waiting for my ride

rain poured like hell


so i took photos! =)

    oh how i wish for rain, for you. for this stretch to end. or this fight to be over. and to be young and carefree again. move on.

nobody has ever mastered LOVE. not yet... i guess no one will ever will.

and so they say, "what doesn't kill you, makes you strong, stronger!" (or something like that???)

well, hurry up! dammit!

pour me some more!

The Ballad In Plain D

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.
With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.
I courted her proudly but now she is gone,
Gone as the season she's taken.

Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away
From her mother and sister, though close did they stay.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,
With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Of the two sisters, I loved the young.
With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.
The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone
By the jealousy of others around her.

For her parasite sister, I had no respect,
Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.
Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
As a crutch for her scenes and her society.

Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,
The changes I was going through can't even be used,
For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose
The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.

With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my grip
A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,
Noticing not that I'd already slipped
To a sin of love's false security.

From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,
Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,
Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,
What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"

And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,
The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.
At the peak of the night, the king and the queen
Tumbled all down into pieces.

"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,
"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"
And I in my armor, turning about
And nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.

Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound
Her sister and I in a screaming battleground.
And she in between, the victim of sound,
Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.
I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.
My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night
Leaving all of love's ashes behind me.

The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is.

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously,
"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

just a retelling...

Hush now baby. Don't cry.

I took this photo some two years ago
and the reason I posted this is because
I found out that this poor little baby girl's mom just died...
right after giving birth to her new sibling.
(the new baby survived)

funny how the past, present, and the future mirrors each other.

our past,
our present,
and our future... they're all the same.
as long as you are you, it'll always be the same.

It will tick
just the same,
It will cue you,
just the same
it will pass
just the same,
It will welcome a new frame
just the same.

old songs for future themes...
new songs are obviously from the songwriter's past...
and like the most recent tunes you hum in your head
your "last song syndrome"
everything and anything that there is
is not even close to reality. & it just doesn't make sense.

you will love someone
someone will love you

For me, life in general is a typical French film.
"Happy Endings," they don't exist... Hah! Boo!

Only new beginnings.

The New Clean Slate

the drama ends here. and to whatever beginnings there is to follow... it starts here!