i_am daxle I'm just having thoughts of mary ann, quickest girl in the frying pan 020822 ... psychobabe I am the sun I am the air, I'm nothing in particular oh shut your mouth how can you say? I go about things the wrong way I am human and i need to be loved.. Just like everybody else does.. I am the- sun I am the- air, I know its somewhere, i'm nothing in particual Oh shut your mouth how can you say? i go about things the wrong way I am human and i need to be loved Just like everybody else does I am the SUN I am the AIR 020926 ... the analytical ascetic i like how easily interchangeable yet equally useable lyrics work in that song he could be saying he is the sun and the air or he could be saying that he is th son and the heir and somehow either way it makes its own amount of perfect sense 020926 ... shut the fuck up i am he who is called i am 031110 ... becclebee i am me and i like that me no one else soemtimes i forget that (just like i forget hwo to spell) i really am me and that is good 031110 ... no reason not nowhere but not somewhere 090812 ... no reason stuck in a circle 090812 ... no reason i_am_not somewhere_i_am_not 090812 ... cocoon frustrated. the kind where you just want to [cry] rage at the world for being stupid and unfair. 090812 ... unhinged frustrated stressed conflicted 090813 ... Bizzar i am the absence of sound in the night and the empty echo it leaves in its wake i am the sigh that breaks the stillness and the whisper of the sunrise crawling through the morning i am the rocks on which your tides can crash and the dam where your waters can overflow i am the warm rain that leaps about your feet and the hollow footsteps of your escape i am the hungry howl that rises from inside you and i am the chill it sends down your spine i am the tracks left behind by your tears and the sinew that holds you together i am the bounding pulse beneath your skin and the sweat that beads on your brow i am the memories that live in the distant corners of your mind the ones you can taste but can't name i am the wandering thoughts that slip through your grasp i am your curiosity 220222 ... Bizzar today i am a little bit not ok. and i am learning that it's ok to be not ok sometimes. it's been almost a month since you've been gone, and i still feel like i should not miss you, because it had been so long since we even spoke. but i do miss you. and it hurts. it's a deep ache in my chest that is hard to find the words to describe. the photo from your funeral hangs on the wall next to my desk. maybe if i look at it enough, it will feel like you're really gone and not just out of touch. i_miss_you. and it pulls tears and that's ok. i hope you knew. i hope you held our memories the way that i did. i hope you remembered that time we kissed and then laughed because it was weird. and i hope that memory made you smile the way it did for me. i hope you remembered snowball fights and legos, and the trampoline we used to lay on. i hope you remembered the trees we used to climb, and the time you fell out of one and broke your ankle. i hope you remembered running away to the bush down the street. it was only an hour before we decided we were hungry and went back home. i hope you remembered the trails in the woods, the brook, throwing rocks, hide and seek, and the caped crusader. i hope you remembered me. i hope you remembered that me. the me that was full of life and hope. the me that had her whole life in front of her eyes - it was so bright and beautiful. the me that existed before so many years of cruelty and abuse veiled that light. because i remember the you without pain. the goofy, blue eyed, freckled boy who used to laugh with me at the dumbest things. the boy who's photos were everywhere i looked when i said goodbye to you. i will never forget that boy. i can still hear his laugh. i can still feel his hugs. with you went so much of me. 220302 what's it to you? who go blather from