o02 ] There’s too much standing water, I can’t seem to breathe.

Welp. Here goes nothing on an online blog. I hope this lasts.  I have quite a lot of energy and excitement and dedication when something starts, but soon it seems to dissolve.                                                                                                
I don’t have anything amazing to spew into the interwebs. No words of knowledge or inspiration. It’s almost midnight and my back hurts, my body aches. I’m sure I’ll be up all night.
                                                                                                               I had a decent day at work today, besides the whole being in pain bit.. But my days are running together and I feel like I’m in this daily grind where nothing matters but pay days and sleep.                                                                    
Tomorrow is Wednesday, hump day, and when I’m over it I have two more days until I can relax.                                                                                         
On the way home from work I was chasing after the rain. It was like a sheet in front of me and I never made it through. I rolled down all the windows and took my hair out of my clip and let the tresses dance through the breeze. There’s something about the smell of rain in Maine. When you’re passing fields with no buildings and the sunlight streams though dark rain clouds. It feels fresh, smells like clean damp earth and crisp grass. I put my hand out the window and just enjoyed the wind slipping through my fingers. No one was on the road but me, and that was rare. I felt out of the regular every day routine for a while. It was a rare moment of beauty that was so simple.                                                            
I have to listen to this song one more time, and then I’ll let my eyes close.           
See you tomorrow Mr. Inter-web.

[ 7.21.10 ]

  • 1 year ago

Maine at it’s finest. No wonder why Stephen King keeps all of his musings in the area.

[ 7.20.10 ]

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  • 1 year ago

"A question that sometimes drives me hazy; am I or are the others crazy?"

— Albert Einstein

  • 1 year ago

o01| This is just a test.

Mother always said if everyone jumps off a bridge, you shouldn’t follow their example. Well thank heavens this isn’t a bridge.

[ 7.20.10 ]

  • 1 year ago
You bruised my heart and I’ve bruised my neck. Take yourself away, put me in pain, then force me somewhere else and strip me of my memories - all for your favor.

You bruised my heart and I’ve bruised my neck. Take yourself away, put me in pain, then force me somewhere else and strip me of my memories - all for your favor.

  • 1 year ago