ciao bella

i stumbled across immense beauty which fuels the left brain of which ancestral genes dictate the use of words aiming to capture the vibrations of emotion as best possible.

precise is the acumen for what my observation is based,
with such intensity your eyes wisk side to side
a brow furrows, deep focus sets in,
the light hits your auburn eyes,
the moment burns with intrigue as your pupils dilate,
i watch wistfully, jealous of the words before you.
dumbfounded in awe i peer between my finger pretending to not stare,
a quick glance up, oh shit she saw me! a tight lipped smile comes over her, phew


that needs to go through like 10 more versions before its ready for anyone to actually read.

can't sleep (part deux)

i am such a miserable idiot, i just read a few of my first entries, wow the 22 year old version of me was a million times more ambitious. i literally was on the right path and made a wrong decision... following the beaten path like a sheep.

goodnight and goodluck, i will be sleeping soundly.

can't sleep

i can't sleep for shit tonight, so i figured i would try to read a book. Well after about 10 pages i was like wow this is not interesting, so like a true genius i decided i would do work. by work i mean actual work...like for the man...what the hell is wrong with me? once completed i decided to reward myself with a 5$ bottle of figi water. the bottle like any other figi water bottle is delicious, the need however to put a cardboard cover over the cap with $5.00 boldly written in Helvetica Neue trounces my spirit.

"Hey you, yea, the guy in the striped pjs, just letting you know, don't think you get this shit for free"

BUT i'm thirsty damnit~! its entertaining to think that its 420am right now, and i have to be at the office in less than 4 hours. while this is far from absurd, it's hilarious in a "fuck i'm old" kinda way. i can't really tell if i'm even coherent write now, and honestly i don't think anyone reads this blog anymore.

why can't i sleep? ay, there's the rub, luck be told that the fairest of them all wouldnt even know what i say. confused wonderment perhaps is the only explanation. its strange the lens one sees the world through and how desperately one may want to peer through anothers to see their own reflection. my eyes are growing heavy, a good sign, perhaps i will try again tomorrow, however much earlier in the night.

if you read this, post a comment, its curious, and i apologize already for this aberration of a post.