With Without With

Tragic roses of crystallized timeline

Left me here

With

Without

With

Him.

Featured in some unpleasant pleasantries

Found us there

With

Without

With

Her.

Gathering in crowds of social persuasion

With

Without

With

Words.

Struggling to feel correct without need to impress

With

Without

With

This.

Crazy talk & Crazy walk…carried

With

Without

With

With

Without

With

On and on

With

Without

With

Cheered

I think that the bag is a good idea.

You are in self-control.

You put it over your head and take a deep breathe.

I do sympathize with you.

It’s a weighted Elephant.

While diligently producing new work, we talk.

I’m totally blocked, death of a shallow man, dismembered bartender.

Failure.

Lets have a literary chat.

Littered through our travel.

Leave it all on the nearest coffee table.

Form Letter.

You win.

Struggled.

Dreams.

Going as high as I can go, I’ve gone as far as I can go.

Waitress.

People are served.

Smug little nose.

Haunted

I can't seem to shake certain things or people I thought were gone. It's all too much sometimes. You wonder from time to time if you'll ever run into people or hear from them again, but it still hits you like a cannonball when it happens.

Recently I've heard from two old roommates, old co-workers, and through some vivid dream I've seen an old boyfriend. I'm almost 28 years old. I remember watching some of my older friends in the past go through this age and it seemed similar to what I'm going through now. 28 is a time, I imagine, that everything gets shaken up again and questioned. Hearing from these people makes me think, just a little too much.

Whatever these new contacts come to, or come to be about, they will be met with honesty, true sense, and plenty of curiosity.

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It is what it is. I appreciate the positive and negative feedback from the last blog. The last blog was a rant. I was angry and I still am about a couple of things, but these are the thoughts,trials, and tribulations, of an artist, person, who is going through this life trying to make "it" what "it" is.

As for anyone commenting on my blog, I appreciate all of the words. It gives me the opportunity to look at things differently. I'm open to constructive criticism. Unfortunately, not everyone who has commented has justified or taken the time to explain where their comments are rooted from. Some people hide behind old, stale, song quotes, meanwhile others just leave me hanging with "mediocre".

Either way these things are a positive. Thank you for taking such an interest in a moment I thought no one would even care about or see.

Until next time.