Saturday, September 30, 2006

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

What skeletons live in your closet?

All I've ever wanted in life was to be loved. To be respected. To be looked up to.

I don't have a story. I'll tell you I do, in person. I'll make you shed tears for a boy who never was and never will be. But thats not me. I'm not that boy, and my lifes not that interesting.

I'm just a person.

You want to know what skeletons are in my closet? They don't have names. Just like dreams, they don't get names, just pictures, moments, and ideals. Thats what they are, I suppose. pictures moments and ideals. Dreams unrealized.

I don't think theres a picture for that.

(From Consumating)

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Monday, September 11, 2006