Little entries - Some pictures - Even some comedy
And the very air he breathed was alive with electrecity. The ground moved under his feet for it was tired of being in the same place, restless and in need of change. The sun looked like God looks down upon humanity, pitying those who could not see the most majestic view in the universe. The breeze itself danced lighty infront of his face, taunting him, making him want what he could never see. Closing his eyes he wept, a beautifully tragic comatose overtaking him. The ground shook, the breeze taunted, the electricity in the air shocked, and the sun continued to pity. He wanted what all humans wanted - what the earth could not offer.
“Letting the parade pass from sight, he focuses on the empty road beyond, a pale curve vanishing into the woods where nothing moves a street lamp flickers on and off until at last it flickers out and darkness sweeps in like a hand.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski, from House of Leaves (via the-final-sentence)
“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.”
Perhaps the thing that will remain most dear to my heart is the actual little town of Sandy Hook. The streets at night are beautiful, illuminated with the gentle glow of the street lamps. The river flows through the town, giving it an almost scenic feeling. The coffee shop is in the perfect location, right where you want to be when it’s cold out and you want hot chocolate. With hot chocolate in hand you look around, taking in this small section of the town. Finally, the beautiful glow of the Christmas tree completes this fantasy. To some it’s off in the corner of the town, or to others it’s too close to the street. But to me, it’s location is just right, enough so the passerby can take in its beauty, but not so overwhelming as to interfere with the other beauties of the town.
Forever dear will this place remain within my heart, within my mind, within my soul.
I’ve realized a number of things:
1. I don’t do that comfort food shit, comfort fitness is where it’s at.
2. When you’re single, realization #1 really helps out.
It aches. It breaks. It dulls it dumbs. It comes it goes it prays. It hates. It feels to much it feels to little. It screams it roars.