tatteredsleeves

the best books have interesting stories, chalked full of symbolism and figurative language and everything else those high school english teachers made you hate. but even the greatest books can be ripped, pulled, slashed apart…analyzed so much that the themes get repetitive and dull. or maybe you pick one up, and it intrigues you throughout,Continue reading

yeah well….humans are silly people. and rather than just taking it as it comes and realizing that going down valleys and up mountain tops aren’t always the most fun things, we build roads. we build roads to make it easier….to go over valleys and through mountains. and well, that’s kinda funny to me too…because yeah,Continue reading

i’m a different person at school than i am at home. i realized that things i worry about at school mean very little to me when i am home. but home…home is always with me. too bad i only visit home. to be honest, i don’t really miss home. i think i’mContinue reading

Ok. Story time again. So once upon a time, long long ago, (before the age of sandy), lived adam and eve. There was a tree, a snake…ok, yeah i’m dumb. fast forward. Anywho, apparently, during the war, the viet cong came in and forced my dad to join them. If he didn’t, theyContinue reading

“there must be something going on in that head of yours.” nothing i really care to share, but ok. we’ll give it a go. Tired of hearing the same three stories over and over again. Spinning. Arms outstretched. Look up. Look down. Spin faster, faster. Arms outstretched. Tears. Faster. Running. Faster. Falling. Faster. Continue reading

Twenty five years ago, he noticed her. He wanted her to notice him, but wary of his own abilities to express his emotions, he looked to his friend. He asked his friend to write a letter to her. He even asked his friend to deliver it for him. It was like one of those classicContinue reading

overwhelmingly scatter brained as of late. but i think i’m getting used to not focusing. he said to me, life isn’t really that hard at all. i think i believe him. i have good friends. we talked about love and loving. love as a verb and not a noun, blah blah blah. last year, we wentContinue reading

in viet today….he pointed out my mistakes. again. it didn’t bother me that i made a mistake. maybe it should have. it didn’t bother me that he corrected me. he should have. after class, he gave the class a talk about what an opportunity it was for us to learn vietnamese in college….in america. heContinue reading

i’m missing something. not exactly sure what it is. i hope i find it soon.

it wouldn’t be the same without. nothing is, right? it makes sense. one thing leads to another. a chain reaction. but move on. always move on. can’t stop. can’t watch. can’t breathe. that can’t be it. something must be wrong. it doesn’t make sense anymore. it never made sense. you wake up one morning andContinue reading