Monday, January 28, 2008

Answers in Duluth, Georgia.

She signed in Six months later and two weeks two days early.
I feel my heart skip a beat and I curse myself for forgetting to check,
for not being on myspace to speak.
I wonder why she didn't respond.
Then I remember the fifty plus messages I have sent to her in these last six months, nine, if you count the last time we spoke, and I understand.
She's been hacked before so it's hard to say if it was her or not,
but I think it was--nothing was messed with and none one got weird comments.
I know it's her. It's something about the subtleness of it that is so uniquely her.

I remember that I have firefox, and that you can view pages without
the page style--meaning I can view her comments and top eight. I'm not
doing it to be nosy. I'm not doing it because I want to see if I'm number one.
I know I am. I want to see her friend list. I want to see where they live.


Duluth, Georgia.


Almost all of her friends are from Duluth, Georgia.

I'm adding those who were on her top eight.
I'm going to ask Questions, send pictures, inquire and
I think that maybe, this time, I'll get an answer.


If not, I'll start look in Duluth Georgia.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Travel

The world is a never ending adventure. You can't ever go too many places.
To me, breathing in air of a foreign destination is like breathing in a bit of the culture.
When people travel these days, it seems like they don't take enough breaths.
It seems like the come back the same person they were. Travel is meant to change you,
so take a breath: fill your lungs, oxygenate your blood, and let the culture seep into your muscles and bones, letting it become apart of you.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Hidden.

Staying hidden is not the purpose of a face.
If you cannot say something to my face, but must remain,
hidden behind walls and lies, then don't consider us friends.
So stop hiding your face, and tell me exactly what you think of me
to my face.