Resting Beats

Every heartbeat pounding in my ear gives way to my falling; faster, further.

Written by a Friend

"as a person i am constantly inspecting the glass which i always seem to expect surrounds me. upon closer inspection, i realize that it is merely my breath freezing and unfreezing. taste it, it's sweet. not only can i read minds but i see angels on rooftops. i suspect they're terrible. i'm not fit to be admired. peruse through the dusty books on your shelf and you might find my mantra. i demand you love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love me love e love me love eloe me loeve eme love me loveme loeve me leoeme eme loeve love me love me love eme love me loeve love me love me elove me loebe em oo vl."

--I absolutely ADORE this.

Character Foils

Some of the people I've met, or gotten to know this [school]year have made me really realize how much I don't like or can't stand some people, or maybe just certain characteristics found in many people I know. These people I've met are some of, at the risk of sounding cliche, the coolest people I can imagine. They're different. They don't care what people think. They aren't ignorant or intolerant, nor are they annoying in any way, shape, or form. They know how to have a good time, but also know when to be serious when needed. And I know I'm just listing good qualities, and I definitely could keep going, but really, these people put those qualities in sharp relief. They are the character foils of several people I've come to know, unfortunately for those several, because they don't stand a chance at standing up in any comparison to these "really cool people". I call them that because honestly, I don't know how else to describe them. I'm just really grateful that I've become friends with 'em, because it's making my senior year a hell of a lot better.

Eyes

I'm looking out the window at a city that has confined me for 17 years, and I notice how many lights there are. I know the amount has grown as I have through the years, and as each one twinkles with a jolt of electric light, I think of your eyes. Of all things to think of when I look out upon this industrially compounded farm city, I think of them. And just as I'm trapped in this town, I'm trapped in those eyes.