Laborer

As I lay here, trapped in perfection I realize my surroundings. A rhythm banging in my ears deafening my perception to what happens around me. A repeated impact in my hands as cold steel meets precious metal. The neverending recoil of the collision shakes me to my very core, leaving my legs sore and quivering. Yet I continue on as this labor, is a labor of love. The crashes somehow seem to sync with the rythmic banging in my ears. The cold metallic clangs and the ear shattering booms become one along with the small flashes of blue. My hands, aching and red, begin to tighten into wretched shapes as my muscles tense. Yet I still keep pounding away. The others tell me to stop. They can't take the incessant noise, the clash of passion meeting my only outlet. I will not stop. I can not stop. The twangs and roaring booms must go on. After hours of the work I sit my utensils down. Heavy eyes and throbbing limbs, I sleep. Putting my work on a small hiatus until the following day. Then again it starts with rapid clangs sprays of blue light and thundering tones till my body can't take it anymore.

A Long Awaited Return.

It's been a while since my last post and I really have no excuse for my absence. I could blame it on a lot of things but I'm not going to. Things have been difficult lately. It seems like everything around me is in fast forward and I'm just stuck at regular speed. Most things seem like they are deteriorating right in front of me. The only things that keep me sane anymore are Emily and my hobbies. With the exception of Emily, everything is different. Nothing feels the same as it used to. I'm afraid that I am changing. The only problem is that I don't think I like who I am changing into. As much as I hate to blame this on anything I think the major cause of all of this is where I live. This house, this environment is suffocating me. I need to get out, I need to escape. The only problem is that I can't. I just don't have the means to right now. The best I can do is put on my headphones drown out everything and keep my head up. So I guess that's what I'm going to do to the best of my ability anyway. I just hope things start looking up soon...

Jamie Livingston,

I came across this article while using Stumbleupon click here if you want to read the aritcle. I didn't even read it all and was instantly interested in doing what this man did. He took one single picture every day for like 18 years. I think I'm going to start doing that soon. Expect my blog to have a daily post containing one picture very soon.

Hello Again.

Sorry about my absence from posting lately. For some reason my mind was other places for a while. I was really surprised to see how many views I had when I logged back on tonight. They more than doubled since I saw them last. But anyway enough about that and down to the real topic of my post here. The other night I had a dream. I don't often dream so every dream is special to me. Most of my dreams are very straight forward and don't need much interpreting. This particular dream was not so straight forward. In this dream I saw a perpetual motion machine. If you do not know what perpetual motion is then let me explain, straight from Wikipidia. Perpetual motion describes hypothetical machines that operate or produce useful work indefinitely and, more generally, hypothetical machines that produce more work or energy than they consume, whether they might operate indefinitely or not. They say hypothetical because perpetual motion is physically impossible because of the first and second laws of thermodynamics. The machine I saw in my dream was working quite well. It looked like it had been running for a long time. After watching the machine for quite a while I started to notice that things weren't running right. The machine was breaking and not fulfilling its purpose and doing the work it was intended to do. Before I could do anything about it the perfect machine was falling apart in front of my eyes. Bits and pieces were flying everywhere. After some deep thought I interpreted this dream. I realized that the perpetual motion machine represented my friendship. It was perpetual because that's how most friendships are, everlasting. But even the most perfect machines don't always work as well as intended. Even perfect machines need maintenance. I think my previous friendships are not doing as well as they used to be. I would like to fix this. I miss my friends. I never see anyone anymore and so much has changed. Don't get me wrong, I like how things are going now but it's just kind of depressing to see everyone going their own way without even the common conversation anymore. I can't help but feel like it's my fault somehow but deep down I know things like this happen. I guess all I can do is try my best to keep in touch and hopefully others will try just as much. That's about all I have to say tonight. Expect to see more posts from now on. And baby cakes, I love you!