Refined

In the eyes of a blind man, everything is the same.

In the ears of a deaf man, everything is silent.

In the mouth of a mute man, everything is spoken to him and nothing expressed back.

In the senses of a man with full use of senses, the world is a different place.

He can see difference, hear argument, speak his opinion easily. He can more easily judge.

Losing a sense could really help some people.

In 3 Hours

One of my best friends and one of the most influential people in my life will be aboard a plane on her way to an amazing future.

It's insane to think about, knowing I'm only going to get to see her on holidays and there will be no crazy adventures for the most part. I didn't think I was going to cry today, and I thought if I did, it was because other people were crying. I cried, and not because others were crying.

Chloe Jillian Daniela Staab, you have been and become my best friend and 'mama', and I will never forget you. There's no way anyone could.

We Are the Dreamt

We are the dreamt

We are the fiber of the globe

We are the survivors and victims

We are controlled

We are the visualized

We can't keep up

We drift

We fall

We are blindly mistaken

We don't know who we are

We wear masks

We are rules often broken

We are the crashing waves

We are schemers

We are the experiments

We are the sacrificed and revitalized

We are flaws

We are the wholes and halves and fourths

We are the thought

We are the lies and truths

We are the exposed

We are the condemned

We are liberation

We are a race

We aren't the only ones.

"You're Like A Black Cat with a Black Backpack Full of Fireworks...

and you're going to burn the city down right now."

This summer is starting out AMAZINGLY. Beach 3 times already, hanging out with friends almost everyday, finishing up my new room, new phone, new music, sun-bleached hair, tanned skin, and freedom. The only downside is that I think I've had sand in my hair the whole time since the first day I went to the beach, because of the consistency of beach trips.

I'm ready for more.

NightOwl

or insomniac?

Hoot hoot.

Hit Me, I Explode

The 1974 Ford Pinto Wagon. Avocado Green. 20,000 miles, and $2800. So ugly it's cute.

It has a reputation for blowing up when rear-ended, but I recently researched and it was more so the hatchbacks that did this, not the wagons.

Awesome? I think so.

Up Front and Off Center

Up front is what you're not being.

The philosophy of this situation is off center.

So get off your defensive high horse, because no one is chasing you.

The end of the year should be everything that it is not right now.

We've got but a few weeks with you, so stop. All we want to do is understand.