Depth

"Yep. That'll teach you to jump off the pier without checking the depth of the water."

But she always bandaged our scrapes anyway. Part of being Mom, I guess.

depth

oh dear lord.

for once i'd like not to have any. to just be a shallow and surface area anything and get lost in love with the simple face value of a smile. a hug. a playful slap on the ass.

sinking down to the bottom of this place in my head is getting boring.

follow

"Hey, just follow me."
"Hah. It's never that easy."
"I go left, you go left. I go right, you go right."
"Some of us have never salsa'd before."
"C'mon, you can do it."
"Who's dumb idea was it to let the man lead anyway?"

follow

the only good way to be a leader is to know when to follow. follow directions. follow the rules. follow in the footsteps of those before you.

such a passive word, i follow you into the deep dark places that you hide in between those L's and try to stay warm...

follow

follow the fleet of ocean-going vessels to the division of sky and sea. why are you still here when what awaits you is there?

fiction

while my first reaction is to say that it is much better than nonfiction i hafta reconsider. real life is so much more fun.

the shit that ACTUALLY happens... man. all it needs is a bit of flare. better than any made up piece of idealistic crap.

i've been watching too many romantic comedies lately, i'm sorry.

Fiction

Oh shit. Another story. Another exaggeration. And somewhere, what really happened has gotten lost in the stories you've been telling me for years. But we're friends, right? Despite our mutual faults? Forgive all, right?

Sorry, kiddo. Just once, tell it to me like it is.

fiction

feel the fictitious fructose flowing through the straw like veins of the perceived cosmos.

fiction

yeah...marriage was a good idea.

sensitive

i'm not like that. i mean, if you want me to be I could be, but as a general rule I try not to be. it's just easier to be desensitized. armored

Sensitive

yo. more like oversensitive. more like, get over it. more like . . . this isn't the time nor the place. Don't over do it. Don't under do it. Figure it out, and just LIVE. It's not about response. It's about action.

sensitive

"ive got a sensitive stomach," i admitted...

"you mean like you cant eat certain foods?" she asked...

"no," i replied. "i mean like im ticklish."

sour

"swallow your damn pride, boy," fossil said, his old eyes full of righteous fire.

"fuck that," i replied. "its better to swallow blood than pride."

sensitive

hypersensitive would be a more accurate description, i think.

with how much feelings and emotions were magnified in her heart... it was unreal.

you could look in her eyes and know that she was experiencing all of you and more.

that life and eveything in it just meant so much more.

sour

this new beginning leaves a sour taste in the back of my throat. my impatience to start anew fights with my fear to change and move on.

this round of the battle will end... but the conflict will linger.

we keep trying.

we all sit under the starz of twilight and stare off into the possibilities.