thoughts from my blog. and my dreams.
The room is the bedroom I stayed in throughout high school. I feel as though the house is my parents’ house, but I can’t be entirely certain. Most of the room is how it should be, despite a few changes, as does tend to happen. And there are some fuzzy places as well, where the details aren’t wholly existent, as does tend to happen. I’m sure the walls are probably still the olive drab I chose to p…
My Dad and Morrie
5/19/2008
5:12 AM
The only light in the room glows from my laptop as I lay on the couch of my apartment in the dark. In the other two rooms of the apartment are kept my brother and my mom, and from each room the sound of restless sleep and sniffles can be heard. My father has just left for home, to go do what he does best — work to provide for the family. His early morning departure was rife…
Concoctions of Want
[Sometimes I just get lost in thoughts of the future… and I just need to let my mind push it all out on paper…]
I’m feeling unsettled. And I like it. I don’t want to live a sedentary life, never leaving the safe bubble I’ve come to know. I want to go and meet people with new wisdoms and see places I’m tired of imagining in my head. I want to live the life I nev…