oh gawd, looking back, kewl eh?

Thursday, December the Thirtieth 

12.30.10      159 pounds

Cleaning my room I found some old notebooks that were mostly from middle and high school. Flipping through them I found some pretty funny (to me) things. Apparently I used to keep a notebook next to me in bed and I would randomly wake up and write things in them either from dreams or night thoughts. I think I was in that emo teenage angst phase. I must have not turned the lights on when I would write them down in the notebook because the words are all over the page and fragmented. They are years and years old and am not sure what they mean exactly or what was going through my head at the time but I will share them here.

Page#1
                      across the
                               sea of yellow

             there is a spot of gray
breaking all concentration

loosing focus
masking stopping


                 lifes animations.

Page#2
water sounds sad pelting

    the faces of time.
  the hands tick backwards
          rewinding time
           reliving      the     pain
the morning the sun went
               down
and the darkness
                                       makes
          us all fade away

Page#3
                 But No, I Knew it.
                  the empty birdhouse
                      is soul less. the

       empty hearts cry no tears



rain falls up when the world is

         turned upside down.