I take photos that I like to imagine as good. I create shit that I like to think means something. I haven't figured out what to do with myself yet, so stay tuned, perhaps I can entertain you with the notion of happiness.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Regarding Your Disruption of My Life
Sipping mocha silently
This trendy coffee shop falls
Slips down the walls of the city
Through antique shops and banks alike
She falls slowly, sliding down
Down into the city’s mist
Through shuffling streets and suspicious tweets
Through grace and through sin
Through love and hate again
She drops, she falls
Losing windows, losing walls
Losing everything but those inside
The promiscuous businessmen
The hipsters only sin
The free form jazz and
Empty trash bins
The screams of the singer drowned
By self righteousness
By poets
By deaf critics
And movie addicts
And I look across to you
And see the empty seat
Where were you for my fall
You never caught my leap
My throw
My blows
The heterosexual musings of me
And then the table squeaks
Baristas talk
And the hipsters eat
The businessmen are not distracted
My feelings yell, detracted
Detracted by the myths
That spread forth, from fingertips
The musings of your mind
Have canceled that of mine
I scream I yell
No one though sends help
The gay men flirt
The businessmen leave
No tears fall to their sleeves
Yet mine and mine alone
Swim in the ocean dark
Dark of sorrow
Void of light
Unyielding to hope
And I glance at thee again
Still gone still disappeared
Still completely unaware
That how I feel and how I felt
Together do combine
My feelings less they shine
And drip and fall away
Like Slingers did today
When the shop no longer stayed
Rooted to the ground,
Planted in the dirt
But still spins round and round
On the axis of this earth
My mocha has grown cold
Like love of you so old
Still I wake up yawning
Wonder what these are still drawing
Hearts inside my head
No one but me does dread
That what I’ve done and what I do
Might ne’er bring me back to you
Or maybe I’ll still fall
Like this coffee shop through walls
Through streets, through all the silent feats
Of strength and of soul
There’s none left in the bowl
Of which I sipped so softly.
Mischief Managed.
I remember my grandma giving me the first book. I remember zooming through it, then picking up one after another and speeding through them. I remember catching up to Rowling and having to wait in anticipation for the next book. I remember the first movie, the magical feeling it created inside of me, just like the books. I remember all my friends loving all of Harry Potter just as much as I did. It was a bond that it seemed our entire age range could share. And share we did, 10 years later here we are, the last movie, not the breaking of the bond, but a certain strengthening of it. If a book can bond a grade then anything can, it’s not just about magic, it’s about friendship and love, and if we can show and support and love for love, then we can do just about anything.
