Thursday, April 8, 2010

My nose grows longer every night.

For years, I’ve been going inside children’s bedrooms, sharing bedtime stories to send them to their dreams. They fall asleep happily, and I am paid considerably.

At night, I tell myself my own bedtime stories to send me to my dreams. In my stories, I am an engineer, a meteorologist, a fireman. In my stories, I am happy. In my stories, everything is the way it should be.

But make believe is hard to believe.

Sometimes, they call us storytellers lie-tellers.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Happy Post #2:

Warm afternoons in the car, rocking out to 90s alternative hits, pretending we were in a summer road trip movie.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The aftermath is always the hardest part.

Have you ever seen the world collapse right before your eyes?

More importantly, have you ever seen the world build itself back together?

There is always a third option.

In this lifetime of finding yourself deep in floodwaters, in twisted emotions and in tough jobs, you thought you could only sink into deeper water or swim furiously against the tides.

You never thought you could climb into higher ground.

It’s time for you to find a little peace of mind.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Don’t dream it’s over. Or: Don’t dream. It’s over.

The protagonist then arrives at a major hurdle wherein he begins to question the goal he set out for himself at the beginning of our story. With everything taken from him, the protagonist probes deeper into his problem, and sometimes, with the aid of an important person or object, experiences catharsis and reflection over what has happened and what he has to do. He gathers strength from this and arrives at another point of decision on whether or not he should continue to reach for his goal.1

I’ve always wanted to teach film. It’s the story of my life.

1Even if he decides to pursue it, the protagonist does not always win.

The pattern will form me.

One day, I will return to this. I will remember what it is like to dream, to be flighty, to feel. I will see images that nobody else can counter, because the images will be drifting before anybody notices.

I, too, will be drifting before anybody notices.

I celebrated by wearing a souvenir t-shirt.

A year ago, I thought I found an escape route. It was a shortcut towards temporary happiness.
Soon after that, I found myself back in the hole.

It's never really an escape until you're completely free.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Happy Post #1:

The smell of freshly laundered sheets when I go to bed at night.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Why nature won't take its course (I'm tired of this season)

I thought I’d let you know that they stopped growing when you took off.

You promised then that nothing would change.

Nothing did.