Oh, it went no where by the way.

Here's to 2010 seeing more entries.

I feel the need to update this.

Not that anyone reads this anyway.

Maybe I should do something more productive with this space. This fall, a few friends and I were suppose to embark on this little blog project. While right now its future is still in question, I guess the pessimist in me is assuming the worst. Just in case in does go through however, I don't want to spoil what it is (though some people have already been informed).

But assuming it doesn't go anywhere but in our heads, I might as well practice here. Even if there are more... suitable outlets to practice, we'll see how unlazy I get.

Maybe.

1 am scribbles.

just give me a sec,
in between the time it takes to walk up the hall,
and get to where we need to go.
just slow down your pace,
maybe to a crawl,
but that's all i'm asking for right now.
just give me a sec.

i think i hear her crying again.
from where i sit,
in between the sounds of keys being hit rapidly,
in sequence but when it gets slowed down a bit,
just a bit, enough to be reminded of what surrounds me.
hollow halls connect lives.
and i'm connected right now.
i think i hear her crying again.

i'm not sure why.
upon my genuine questions of concern,
or possibly interest,
she's not too interested in telling me.
all that she wants me to see is that she is fine.
please unwind that facade of yours.
the mask looks too warm for you,
judging by the warmness coming from you.
forced smiles don't necessarily hide honest tears.
honestly.
i'm not sure why.