§ Kids Say
November 23, 2009
Guest Entry from Rob about Molly:
Almost crashed today while driving home from picking Molly up after her teen sleepover fun.
“Dad, music…
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Monday, December 28, 2009
Washed Up on the Shore

Standing at the edge of this desolate beach I throw messages in bottles out into the reaching waters. There’s little to no chance they’ll be found. There’s even a high probability that they’ll be outright ignored. And still I continue with this futile act because I have nothing but my words.
As always.
For a brief moment I believed. It was a shining moment when I looked up and thought I saw a beacon light in the distance, a ray of hope - salvation. Instead, it was merely the smear of tears in my eyes turning the lonely moonlight into something more, or perhaps something less.
So I sit on my lonely beach and hate myself for hoping and for believing. I hate myself for wishing and wanting. I hate myself for thinking there was ever a chance - even a slim one - of finding the peace and comfort of the quiet between heartbeats. No, it was better before I saw the mirage and had reason to hope. Now I have the dark reality to face and the truth that everything beautiful was only an illusion and never existed. I have the truth that I was always alone and always will be, per my own thorny being. So I hate myself for that, too. How can a thistle be any more than a thistle? No matter how she dreams of being a rose, she is what she is.
I never want to dream again.
And still I write messages and send them into the sea.
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In Previous Years:
2006
The Magic of Snow
Andrea finally made it to Oregon. I’m sure she’ll blog update herself, shortly. She’ll write about how she hasn’t had time to write because she’s… [Read More]
2005
I Found God!
While “TDO”:http://colorfully-see-through-head.com/index.php/csth/the_delicious_one/ and I were out on Sunday, we got assaulted by some bible thumper trying to pimp God on us. “Excuse me, ma’am, but… [Read More]
2003
Top Ten: 3/9
Banes:
# Sinus congestion.
# No nearby friends.
# Broken promises.
# Loneliness.
# Too lazy to type up entries.
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