Already Gone

Epiphany:

I SUCK AT REMEMBERING NAMES.

My Dirty Dishes

smell like oatmeal and fruit. mmm..

Last Night

was the night I stopped dreaming of you..

Last night after turning down a trip to the movies with friends,I had some time to myself. I pulled out my lovely guitar, tuned it up, and the craziest thing happened. After practicing A Day to Remember's "If it Means A Lot to You," I actually started writing.. my own music. I've actually got a real song of my own in the making.

Mr. Coffee

After a midnight study session,

the aroma of coffee filling my

dorm at 7:00AM was wonderful.

Here's to the rest of a long, long day.

While I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss

the love-butterflies-in-stomach feeling,

the real thing is nice, too.

I get the pleasure of riding to class

with one every morning.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

On the road home from a family trip

last night, I finished the first Harry Potter

book. Never had I thought I would fall

into this book culture phenomenom, but

indeed, I was pleasently surprised by this story.

Wingardium Leviosa..!

What I Love About...

Tucson

Summer shower

puddles soak torn pavement

I walk.

Falling into faded moonlight

Cloudy curtains draw.

Scatter an ever drifting light,

The pitter patter twinkle of my forgotten starshine.

I used to wish on stars

Reflected in my eyes no more.

Dusk stream in the morning sun,

wasted time fall over me.

Blow away this dripping doubt

Latch on to speeding cars.

Flutter the black and yellow butterflies

my way;

I was born to fly.






(Picture: by me on U of A campus)