is this mic on?

Use what you got, before it's gone. And that goes for everything... energy, your voice, time, youth, inspiration, words, actions... life.

The scoreboard doesn't tell the whole story.

Why is it I crash and burn even before I begin?

Can I get a layup? Throw me a bone. It's freaking hot out here and I'm starting to hallucinate. Actually, I might have started hallucinating earlier.

Kids these days. I need to feel young again.

we sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-a-shift shape

mummified

It's hardly mid-April, and the weather is scorching. I've got some major adjusting to do. I don't understand why people would rather sweat than put on another layer.

Talk to me.

But I don't know what to say exactly. Actually, there's more to say than I can put to words...

I don't feel like wasting my breath on deaf ears.

And I have enough to simply listen to.

I'm not going to apologize for speaking in metaphors and figures of speech, because I'd rather paint a picture than spell out a sentence.

Ask me a question, and you might get an answer.

The door is closed, but the window is open.



You never know.

i need to make something happen

under the weather

Call it what you want, but call it. - Kevin Garnett

In this case, it's anything but ordinary. Yet it feels so normal. This is humanness. And maybe that's why I can't stand it. Because I expected something different. And I hate to be wrong sometimes. Especially about this.

Turn around. This is not the right direction.

the forecast is thunderstorms

open the window

this is ugly
i feel ugly
inside and out
i don't know whether it's more inside or more out

give me stronger shoulders
even though i can't stand
my shoulder gives out on me right when i think i'm ready for the world
i'm really struggling to feel any kind of normal
not only a fish out of a water
a fish in the desert
i'm dry

my feet get blisters
maybe to make up for my weakness
i demand more of my feet
and now it hurts to walk
forget running

if i have communication problems
it's either because you're not hearing this
or i'm not really saying anything
but my throat is hoarse already
from shouting inside my head
things so sharp they cut away at me
hemorrhaging the life out of me

the same blood that spill on the carpet
the same blood i saw that thursday morning
i can't always stop the bleeding

blessed and broken
could it be that it's my vision that need repairing?
because i can only see the brokenness right now?

how much of this is a worthless exercise?
and how much have i put on myself
thinking i was man enough to handle this
i've wasted enough time trying to understand

i'll walk it off
my my flat, blistered feet
until i can't hear my voice in my head anymore
and i'll run back
bacause it's all i know

turn the page

Heat is a measure of combined energy of all the particles of a system crashing into each other.

collide

I've got to learn to speak up.

My shoulder's messed up. My hip joint is jacked. My heart likes to beat out of my chest once in a while. My legs are burning. And there isn't a shred of satisfaction I get from any of it. That's the price I pay.