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birds walk a fine line balancing on tightropes that hang from the sky ——————– lying in dreams awake he calls for names not there of faces once opaque that scatter with the light of another new morning ———————— an eternity spent at sea blown away by one day’s breeze
The airplanes grow larger as they move away from the horizon—narrowly escaping the vanishing point where existence finds doubt in the eyes of a jaded, stranger on the ground below. The silver winged pills fly in and out to their destinations of hereabouts, thereabouts, and eventual whereabouts unknown. Filled with neatly arranged bodies in lines…
(*note. this was taken from a failed Tumblr I started. Not much meat in here.) [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3Ac3Pc8etA&w=560&h=315] I distinctly remember hearing “Inside of Love” from Nada Surf’s album Let Go on a snowy day in the fall of ‘06. I was sitting in my car, killing time before a class started. The night before, my…
The bell rings and the train doors close. This is certainly nothing out of the ordinary. However, this one day at Grand Central, I looked out the window, and I saw myself walking across the platform towards the escalator. Same pea coat, same black toboggan, same faded blue jeans with the frayed cuffs that get…
So, I finished up my work for the day (so far), and I was bored (this happens often). I decided to look at Dylan’s lyrics to that popular song of his—oh what’s the name of it….. Oh yeah, “Like A Rolling Stone.” I don’t have time to currently discuss this song with you or…
Trapped in a spaced-out mind on the G train, somewhere between Brooklyn and Queens, I was busy contemplating the potential collapse of Albert Einstein’s Theory of Relativity and the numerous possible repercussions that could ensue that would further eat away at my brain—multiple dimensions, time travel, loop thought, endless existence, life is an illusion, etc… …
Some days, I wake up, feeling completely free of all the worries that push down on my shoulders. My soul and mind become aware of the beautiful world that awaits me as the glorious morning sun spills through the spaces in the bedroom blinds, where it falls silently and weightlessly onto the wooden floor, then…
The idea of writing about 9/11 triggered a voice in my head that kept echoing, “cliché, cliché, cliché…” In truth, that was actually the fear speaking—the fear, which has plagued many minds for a decade now. Where I was… Mrs. Henderson walked into her classroom where her sophomore math students were busy copying answers off…
We fled our little castle in the borough of Queens, NY several hours before the hurricane, known as Irene, made her debut in the area. En route to Irvington, the highway seemed like a ghost town. The paranoids had already left the day prior—per the advice of their media mogul, globe-trottin Mayor Bloomberg. Out of…