Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Shade In The Night

Give me one beautiful thing in the darkness to hold onto. Even if it’s only the ghost of good light.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

10 Years Later

10 years ago today, I posted the first entry on a blog called I Wrote This For You. I had just turned 27 a month earlier. I wrote most of the first 100 entries in one big push, in December 2006, and then they just sat there in a word document forever because I didn’t know what to do with them.

In July, I started posting them on a blog with some photos I had on my digital camera. The photos were really, really bad. But at the same time, this guy I knew from an irc chat room, who lived in Japan and had a similar taste in music, had just developed an interest in photography, and he agreed to let me use one or two. And then everything else happened.

I’m not sure what else to say right now. Things have changed so much. But I hope some things never do.

Thank you for your time and thank you for reading. - Me

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

The Person You Want To Be There

They're someone you see out of the corner of your eye, next to you in the aisle at the store, at a movie or in a park, and you think it might it actually be them but you don’t want to look at them directly, in case it’s not actually them, and the feeling that it might actually be them is the closest you’ve been to happy in a very long time.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Words Made Of Still Water

I wish there was a code word for when we lost our minds. A thing that we could say as a way to reach out to the other person, through the anger, and say, “Despite all the things I’m saying, I’m still in here and I love you, I hope you’re in there too.”

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The Song Of You

Even when the things they sing aren’t kind, remember that someone is still singing for you.

Monday, June 19, 2017

The Scars Fade To White

Here is the start of the unpopular poem:

I don’t miss you anymore.

No one will get this tattooed on their arm.

No one will start crying when they read it. 

It doesn’t feel like it at the time, but time takes everything away eventually. Even us.

I hope you have a good life and I hope you fall in love with good people.