That which wasnt said.

There's so much to write. But where to begin..


Being with you is like a summer day. Sometimes I wonder if I'm moving this too quickly, like I want something more than I really do. As if I was lost before I found you, or you found me, and all I want to do is find my way home.. But then you smile, and lips whisper forming a sentence that brings me right back to reality. Part of me wonders if this is a seasonal affair, even when you tell me its a forever strive, like I have become accustomed to - but if it requires to me to forsake all others, I'll do that and more. I know when you read this, that will make you smile. And know that I'm smiling right back. Im falling.

and I'm scared. But excited. You are still, and always will be the most beautiful girl in the world.

Stumble.

I find that I never really post great bands that I find along the way - especially hardcore bands.

Recently I found Expire while lurking through Hellfish records. Take a listen to the three songs they have on their Myspace.

www.myspace.com/expirehc

or just click here for the demo link.

Foresake/forget all others

I hope the days get longer. Time spent anywhere else is starting to feel like time wasted.

Whats next for me?

This photograph was taken by my friend James Morgan:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jamesmorganphoto

I hope you understand..

Experience has taught me that wishful thinking only leads to disappointment.

A fall from grace.

I haven't posted in some time.

Im unsure of my future and what it holds for me. I always knew what I wanted when I was younger, and it always seemed like its in arms reach. The older I grow, the further things seem to fall. I listen to the same bands, and the same songs every night expecting for some sort of answer, and I don't know why. My comfort is fleeting. Hello uncertainty.

I guess there's a lot happening in my life I should be happy about. My sister comes home from England tomorrow, and I've been seeing this girl that I'm really starting to like a lot. I think its fucked that we're expected not to appreciate what we've got 'til its gone. I'm going to spend some time working on this - or at least try.


“I’m nineteen years young and my mind is weathered. I’m nineteen years young and things aren’t getting any clearer.”

—	The Carrier

Autumn leaves.

Shake me away like Autumn leaves. Leave me bare, unbroken, salvaged. I have buried you as a time of day, as a memory fleeting under me. Let your love flow through me, let me bear those burdens. Break me down, build me as a house to keep you warm, safe.