it sounds like the world is falling apart outside of my window.
what does that sound like?
just falling aparts.
gushing winds
organic crashes
splitting of rocks
the most natural release of energy ever.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
A Lovely Smelling UHaul
Today was the last day of the apartment.
It brought me to tears. The apartment was my home base. My safe house. Always reliable. Always ready to go.
The apartment was always ready to go.
It was strange seeing it empty. Yet in my mind, due to some sort of emotional mental trip, I could still see everything in each room. I could still see things just the way they were the first day I walked in. A girl had broken up with me one day. Not sure of the exact date. But I remember it being cold and windy... fall. I was really just wanting to chill. Just relax, somewhere were no one would give me a hard time about anything. A few phone calls were made between co-workers. Directions were given. A nervous car ride was made. I double checked about 3 times to make sure I was walking up to the right one. A pile of the last puffs outside the door was a pretty good clue. I walk in and meet the most unique, interesting, amazing, awesome, and most wonderful people I have ever met.
The apartment was always ready to go. There was always something new. Always something different. That was the first night. Beyond those first impressions....I don't remember much. That was the first night... I lived there. On the couch or sometimes the recliner, for about a month. Everyday more amazing then the previous. Rooms filled with thoughts, laughs, smoke, stories, life.
Even the empty apartment was still so filled with life. Sat around the table that wasn't there anymore. Passed my last with the two people I would truly consider to be friends. The definition.
It brought me to tears. I pressed my face up against the wall in the hallway. Familiar feelings, smells, sights, sounds, trips... all still right there on the wall.
I am sure no one saw me put my hand on the table which was already loaded up in the truck.
I am sure no one saw me take the deepest breath I could, trying so hard to fill my lungs, my mind with air which was always so comfortable.
I hope no one saw me cry.
I told them before I left that I would still come right back and enjoy that small little balcony at the top of the stairs.
Its been about 2 hours and already I've been back over a hundred times in my mind.
Today was the last day of the apartment. The last day of those rooms in building 2.
Today was not the last day of The Apartment, the idea and all it stands for. All the moments that were created because of the apartment. Those that make up such a wonderful past... and those that are still to come.
Those days will never end.
It brought me to tears. The apartment was my home base. My safe house. Always reliable. Always ready to go.
The apartment was always ready to go.
It was strange seeing it empty. Yet in my mind, due to some sort of emotional mental trip, I could still see everything in each room. I could still see things just the way they were the first day I walked in. A girl had broken up with me one day. Not sure of the exact date. But I remember it being cold and windy... fall. I was really just wanting to chill. Just relax, somewhere were no one would give me a hard time about anything. A few phone calls were made between co-workers. Directions were given. A nervous car ride was made. I double checked about 3 times to make sure I was walking up to the right one. A pile of the last puffs outside the door was a pretty good clue. I walk in and meet the most unique, interesting, amazing, awesome, and most wonderful people I have ever met.
The apartment was always ready to go. There was always something new. Always something different. That was the first night. Beyond those first impressions....I don't remember much. That was the first night... I lived there. On the couch or sometimes the recliner, for about a month. Everyday more amazing then the previous. Rooms filled with thoughts, laughs, smoke, stories, life.
Even the empty apartment was still so filled with life. Sat around the table that wasn't there anymore. Passed my last with the two people I would truly consider to be friends. The definition.
It brought me to tears. I pressed my face up against the wall in the hallway. Familiar feelings, smells, sights, sounds, trips... all still right there on the wall.
I am sure no one saw me put my hand on the table which was already loaded up in the truck.
I am sure no one saw me take the deepest breath I could, trying so hard to fill my lungs, my mind with air which was always so comfortable.
I hope no one saw me cry.
I told them before I left that I would still come right back and enjoy that small little balcony at the top of the stairs.
Its been about 2 hours and already I've been back over a hundred times in my mind.
Today was the last day of the apartment. The last day of those rooms in building 2.
Today was not the last day of The Apartment, the idea and all it stands for. All the moments that were created because of the apartment. Those that make up such a wonderful past... and those that are still to come.
Those days will never end.
Monday, July 2, 2007
A Flashing Red Light
I was driving home tonight. I knew where I was... but I wasn't quite sure where my mind was.
Cloud n!ne perhaps.....
I was just driving and looking at the moon. I noticed how bright and alive it was.
I pulled up to a red light. I stopped. I waited.
And then... the red light started to blink.
It was 11. I was there when the traffic light started to blink. I was there... I watched it blink.
It was very crazy at first. I didn't really understand what was going on. It just started to blink.
Have ever been at a traffic light when it started to blink?
Have you gone somewhere and forgot to take your body with you?
Cloud n!ne perhaps.....
I was just driving and looking at the moon. I noticed how bright and alive it was.
I pulled up to a red light. I stopped. I waited.
And then... the red light started to blink.
It was 11. I was there when the traffic light started to blink. I was there... I watched it blink.
It was very crazy at first. I didn't really understand what was going on. It just started to blink.
Have ever been at a traffic light when it started to blink?
Have you gone somewhere and forgot to take your body with you?
Sunday, July 1, 2007
A Piece of Paper
I just found a piece of paper. Its probably about a year old. It is a little flyer advertising Subway's new breakfast items.
However comma on the back I found that I wrote down some of my thoughts.... obviously when I was a kite.
Maybe when I am no longer lazy I will scan it and post it. I have no idea what was going on when I wrote all this.
Here is everything I wrote on it:
My name is Cymben.... Cymben Hank.
Well we are just gonna call you Hank.
I better get some funnier thoughts.
One day... we will run out of art.
Einstein would have been cool to get high with.
This is my flame guitar. You may have noticed that it rips.
Doesn't matter what system you got... its all mono if you plug one of your ears.
I can tap my foot to music perfectly.
Rather you realize it or not.... Everyday has a theme.
There is no excuse for driving a car with 20 inch rims and still having a bad haircut....
Yet it happens quite often!
You ever get paranoid about marking on your face with a pen by accident but you can't check so you lick your finger and start rubbing your face anyways?
I really have no idea.........
However comma on the back I found that I wrote down some of my thoughts.... obviously when I was a kite.
Maybe when I am no longer lazy I will scan it and post it. I have no idea what was going on when I wrote all this.
Here is everything I wrote on it:
My name is Cymben.... Cymben Hank.
Well we are just gonna call you Hank.
I better get some funnier thoughts.
One day... we will run out of art.
Einstein would have been cool to get high with.
This is my flame guitar. You may have noticed that it rips.
Doesn't matter what system you got... its all mono if you plug one of your ears.
I can tap my foot to music perfectly.
Rather you realize it or not.... Everyday has a theme.
There is no excuse for driving a car with 20 inch rims and still having a bad haircut....
Yet it happens quite often!
You ever get paranoid about marking on your face with a pen by accident but you can't check so you lick your finger and start rubbing your face anyways?
I really have no idea.........
Often Occurrence
Today...
I spoke....
and no one listened.
I sat and watched my words miss ears completely. My words just flew by, bounced off the walls, and fell to the floor. Like a big balloon, blown up, and then let go. Fluttering words. Flying words. Falling words. Failing words. Were the words not good enough? The sounded alright to me. Perhaps it was not their fault.
This has happened more than once.
I spoke....
and no one listened.
I sat and watched my words miss ears completely. My words just flew by, bounced off the walls, and fell to the floor. Like a big balloon, blown up, and then let go. Fluttering words. Flying words. Falling words. Failing words. Were the words not good enough? The sounded alright to me. Perhaps it was not their fault.
This has happened more than once.
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