Life and

Do you
Ever
Aspire
To
Have it all?

twenty seventh (two)

eyes open, I turn my head
my bones have disappeared -
it is impossible to sit up

I glance around, my gaze wanders
it flits to and fro, only to finally settle
on her sleeping form

I battle against the covers,
a comforter and quilt combo seems much stronger than several men
to finally reach my hand out
and touch her face

twenty sixth

her eyes, eyeing his mouth,
mouthing little lies, he lies on the ground
grounded in this moment, momentarily heightened
"what am I to do?" asks he
he waits, waiting on a reply not given.
given the situation, situated on the streets
streets full of people, people - nameless ones who don't care
caring was something he didn't show enough
enough to make her want to stay near
nearby, a bus stops.
"stop crying" says she.

twenty fifth

An unpleasant feeling strikes his gut, somewhere below where he feels his lungs end but above his bladder. It makes for a move peculiar feeling, but he shoves it all into a little corner. Taking a step, he spreads his legs. Arms whip towards the ground, contact! Weight shifts, and his left arm tackles the burden of keeping the rest of his body off the ground. The floor rushes towards him, the cracks and the lines on the hardwood flying, waiting to embrace his face. No such luck for the wooden floor, as a shoulder slides in first. He feels his body slowly rotating. His belly is facing the sky, his front is exposed. Must twist hard is the only thought in his head. Holding his arms like he is hugging a barrel, he torques his right shoulder down and across. A million different feelings in a million different parts, but the main feelings are the pull from his twist and the ground rubbing against his elbows. The beanie he is wearing slowly loses its grip, and eventually falls, covering his eyes. Yet he continues, twisting and twisting and spinning and spinning. He feels like his legs are being pulled upwards, and then being dropped. It feels right for once.

twenty fourth

her eyes slowly travel upwards, upwards to eventually meet mine,
my eyes looking at a stray lock of hair, her hand moves to lock it behind an ear
the fan on the ceiling spins, humming a quiet story
huuh- my breath stops for a moment, a moment of quick pain
it flashes quickly, a white-hot twinge
fuuh... my breathing starts again, again my muscles relax
relaxing, my hands against my head.

twenty third

incidentally, that incident had left me
right on the untaken path, feelin a little Daft
one more time! Harder, baby, better/faster/stronger
stay in this digital love just a little bit longer

twenty second

Summer Goals:
[ ] Battle a lot, rep STL hard
[X] B-twist
[ ] Aerial
[X] Fresh moves
[ ] Make a video with phil and matt (Night in STL 2) maybe just phil for now...
[X] learn to drive
[X] Start Mark Rippetoe weights program
[ ] Capoeira in the STL
[X] Adventure with Stacey
[X] Watch FIFA World Cup
[X] Cook. A lot
[X] Buy a new laptop with high end gpu, play lots of SC2, Guildwars 2, Diablo 3, all that good stuff
[ ] Redo wardrobe