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Tolerence Vs. Tryanny
Just another night walking the dog.
Isn't art the point?
The loves of Oceanside
Letter Home
Stiil in Az.
The other side of the story
The afterburn, aftermath to fires in the night
Fires in the night
TURN OF THE DEMI GODS
Home alone at eleven?
A wallow in the wild
Some times people only find others to relate when each others broken parts fit. On the Oceanside pier there is usually only one pelican sitting and daring strangers to come close. Days like today there are three connecting in silence, thinking perhaps "He thinks this spot is cool , I'll try it to" Eventually they all leave the one solo pelican, but sometimes they come back. I feel like looking at the pier, but I am not wanting to walk on it. I would rather pretend I am a child to scared to take foot. I am happy in a make believe world where goodness is presented and pain is the lesson plan. I have lost a lover and gained a couple friends. I am the solo pelican on the railing, knowing if I wait long enough friends will join me, all the while fixing my broken feathers from a man who has never known me. The only life I have is to take flight alone, walk on the wood, look through the spaces and be happy that sometimes others join me.
I dare you to hurt, learn, and be real.. Sitting and waiting is the best part. Only sometimes they all come back.
A wallow in water and blood
A wallow in reflection
A wallow without a storm
The only storm ahead of me is the one I have created. Every step is heavier then the next and the Oceanside Pier dosn't feel long enough. The music blasting through my headphones does not sound loud enough. The people …
A wallow on old wood