Spending so much time…

*I seem to spend so much time looking for a way to start these entries… *Maybe I understand what it is she wants me to be, and realize that I can’t be that for her… With the dawn of everyday the procession of opportunity proceeds with their plan. Quickly running and to assure the completion…

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Definition of Beauty

So often in life we pass by what is so eloquent and worth note that our lives seem drained of so much. Sending us wandering, distressed, for the source of what encompasses us. Bringing each of us to a point where we can’t see beauty in what is in our presence and seek it from…

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Death?

Today I went to his funeral, Nolan Myers, and it was really weird, almost surreal for me. I didn’t know him that well, really at all. We had bumped into each other in the halls once or twice and I had heard his name occasionally. I went to show support for classmates and the family…

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Where’s my Future…

What’s going on right now? For the first time in my life I think I know what it feels like to be spread to thin. I honestly am not sure what to do. I have this drawing homework sitting on the futon right now that needs to get done yet tonight. It’s just a reminder…

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The American Dream?

I live in the land of opportunity, in a country where everyone has the opportunity to better themselves through their actions and work. That is the essence of the old American dream, the dream that has been replaced by people trying and hoping for something they don’t deserve, a free hand out. There is the…

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Love’s a Bitch

*This is something I’m writing for a good friend of mine.* I wish that we could go through life and never experience pain. I don’t mean the petty pain of a cut or scrape, rather the pain of a heart torn apart. I’ve been there, I know how it feels, I know it all to…

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Man in the Mirror

Standing there in front of that reflective pane I see the reflection of someone I wish to be, someone who isn’t me. He seems to understand everything that goes on around him, have this grasp of life and living. There is something about the look in your eyes, they look so distant from mine. As…

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