September 20, 2008

Touch connects the mind with the body in the truest of ways.
September 17, 2008
There could be more to this.
There should be more to this.
If there’s not, then why did I begin?
September 15, 2008

The beginning is the indefinable.
September 9, 2008
Lyrics blantantly stolen from The Acadmy Is… and plastered across a blurry heart do no more than make me wonder why I even bother. There’s no ‘heart’ behind this. I’m just mucking around before I go to bed…
September 5, 2008

Drifting into the numbness of sleep.

Peace isn't always found in slumber.