I need a dog sitter for tonight. Free alcohol, food & fun. Showing the Cotto vs. Mayweather fight. Anyone? Anyone?

La la la(revisited)

There once was a girl

A florist

Lining my insides with seeds of

Sun beam kisses and mayonnaise jars filled with butterflies that will someday be released

She still is.

She dug a hole

Like all things beautiful,

She walked away.

Now there’s a void to fill.

To feel would be grand

I’ve been sleeping on this mound of dirt for too long

These shiny specks of sand,

Some Field of Dreams mantra

There are angels in the crease of the day

That I’ve seen for years

She’s had me up pretty high before

But there are scars from the fall

And there are scarves for the fall

Even as the seasons change,

Her scent remains

Wrapped around my senses

As if she were still here by morning

As if she’s still close

There’s the man just hanging by his threads

I am mourning

Over yonder

There is a dream

And she belongs to no one

But he,

Like pollen to a budding rose

Decides to stay

And

Wait it out

And possibly talk to her

Her words

His spring

The spring in my step

See he was me,

The boy.

And she is her

Caught kissing this fool

Her everything, I am not

Yet,

I’m willing to travel to an uncharted land

Submerge myself in the silence

Use her heart as the compass to guide me back home

I was created for her.

Hopefully someday,

She’ll understand

What it means

To be oblivious

To not care

Under her influence

Under her effect,

I just wonder if she notices yet

The poetry written on the outskirts of my courage

I traced the moon

Cut out the distance between us and found little room for error

Time and time again

I find myself believing that the love songs are true

And trying all too soon

To forget what never was

Holding on to nothing but what could be

Or what should be

Hopelessly hopeful

May the sun god be with me

May I find the courage

To belong

And be loved

By no one

Passion Pit is a much better band than I give them credit for.

La la la

There once was a girl

A florist

Planting seeds within my ribcage

She still is.

She dug a hole

Like all things beautiful,

She walked away.

Now there’s a void to fill.

To feel would be grand

I’ve been sleeping on this mound of dirt for too long

These shiny specks of sand,

Some Field of Dreams mantra

There are angels in the crease of the day

That I’ve seen for years

She’s had me up pretty high before

But there are scars from the fall

And there are scarves for the fall

Even as the seasons change,

Her scent remains

Wrapped around my senses

As if she were still here by morning

As if she’s still close

There’s the man just hanging by his threads

I am mourning

Over yonder

There is a dream

And she belongs to no one

But he,

Like pollen to a budding rose

Decides to stay

And

Wait it out

And possibly talk to her

Her words

His spring

The spring in my step

See he was me

And she is her

Her everything, I am not

Yet,

I’m willing to travel to an uncharted land

Submerge myself in the silence

Use her heart as the compass to guide me back home

Hopefully someday,

She’ll understand

What it means

To be oblivious

To not care

Under her influence

Under her effect,

I just wonder if she notices yet

The poetry written on the outskirts of my courage

I traced the moon

Cut out the distance between us and found little room for error

Time and time again

I find myself believing that the love songs are true

And trying all too soon

To forget what never was

Holding on to nothing but what could be

Or what should be

Hoping

May the sun god be with me

May I find the courage

To belong

And be loved

Morning jog a success

ShowerTime

I want to get back into photography