There is plenty to be done.

Sitting indian style on my living room floor, wondering what my heart will lead me to next. For some reason, the wondering isn't giving me the rush I need. I like the view from where I'm at right now. I like the security, the sound of being able to get up and do this everyday. If it were storybook scripted, it wouldn't grab my attention as much as it has. So for now, I am happily content with sitting indian style on my living room floor, waiting for you to see what I see. Maybe not in the same light, but most definitely with the same heart.

The things that poets write about, the thing that singers sing about, the thing that babies cry for, the thing that jesus died for.

-DD

I might always be a vanilla type of guy

The cab ride with Jenny was especially mundane this morning after the exacerbating events that took place last night. Finding out something I always thought was true wasn't quite as satisfying as I dreamt. But, it is so, and as I stare quietly at the back of our drivers head, waiting to place my feet upon the curb at terminal G, I can't help but notice a face in my mind. A neurotic cynic tailored in 3000 dollar suits, but empty inside, with dark rimmed glasses and a sly smile. He's a journeyman, going from place to place, trying to find his niche, looking for someone that looks at the stars and skies and everything in between like he does. This was not the place for me. Jenny had the big-eyes, most likely to make up for her lack of heart, and once I stepped onto the concrete I realized my heart was still with you. The simple times spinning out of control, leaving our mark on everything like we said we would, those were in the foreground as I said goodbye to the city that made me a mad man.

This Columbo, he pretends to be stupid, but really, he is smart, as a tack.

A lot on my mind the past few days. It is interesting to watch people turn into someone or something so far away from what they are capable of, shading their potential in order to make themselves into a cookie-cutter. I am going to stop saying I'm sorry. People really don't care if you are sorry or not, they just want someone looking at them. It's funny when you can see into someone, and realize all that is inside is just waiting to be broken out. I want to tear myself down, bring out the good and bad, and turn it into a person capable of great things, even if everything I do is not deemed normal by our society. If there was ever a day to start living up to potential, I'd say today would be a good day to start.
  Let's set the record straight right now, because people, myself included, try so hard to act like they don't really care when in actuality every time someone "forgets to call" or "falls asleep" it takes it out of me, knowing I was not even worth a five second phone call. Rather than love, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me truth. At least at that point I can stop wasting my time and more important, obviously, yours.

If only for a second, this makes you look inside yourself, I have done what I set out to accomplish. Too much looking at others, not enough looking at ourselves.

I'd like to talk to you, right now, about anything and everything. Progress toward a place where I can be myself always has me sleeping well.

-DD

I was a hide and seek champ until now...

It's been quite some time.

With that being said, it is remarkable to me the immensity of change that can occur in only a few short years. Intensity lost, intensity found. Hope lost, Love found. Dreams awoken from a comatose slumber, and brought back into the foreground. It's about time to start living with some fuckin' passion. Too much lately I have been complacent, not worthy of the things I was blessed with. It all starts with assessing yourself, looking at your heart, and trying to figure out what it beats for. That thing that gives it life. My intentions have not always been in an honest fashion, but I am getting better. At a certain point, after being taken advantage of for so long, you begin to be bitter at the world, and the people in it. I realized though, that cynicism will only leave me emptier. I want my chest to pound when I get worked up after seeing something genuine and heartfelt rather than look for the worst intentions.
  There are very few I can open up to, my capacity to share is low because I don't like to be vulnerable. I can't wait for the day I find that person that cuts me wide open, and loves my heart with all of its bumps and bruises. For now, though, I'm just going to keep rolling full steam ahead into the infinite abyss, eager to sprout into myself.

I wish you could see me now, I wish I could show you how, I'm not who I was.


-DD

Where do you get your inspiration from?

I want to live off the land. I want to wake up in the morning to the smell of the coast, with nothing but a child-like sense of wonder at my fingertips.

I wake up everyday and as I rub the sleep from my eyes, I think about the chase, the never-ending run that I try to wrap my mind around, but cannot. If we aren't thinking, we aren't growing.

It seems like everyone I know is caught in this endless struggle to be someone they aren't. Battling with the people closest to them about their lives. I want to find that person, that one person, who is living on their dreams as much as I am. Maybe I am a sad sap, but nothing delights me more than the thought of drinking a cup of coffee atop an Italian Villa, watching the sunrise, and simply being who I want. Our dreams are huge, sometimes even bigger than ourselves.

the lights are out, but everyone's home.

the only thing good about me is you.

he cries. she cries. everything they built together is torn to pieces. trust is gone. freedom is gone. she wants to give up. she wants to say goodbye, but he won't let her. there is something inside his being telling him that this is someting great, that this is something he shouldn't just give up on. she means to much to him. shes the only reason he's still alive. for the next few weeks she struggles with the pain, with the loneliness. Every inch of her wants to give up, but she doesn't. He won't give her that option. They now both know that they are the most important person in each others lives.
A hope is what they live on, but they'll never give up.

GARBAGE..yes

Things started small. Her touch was all he needed to wake up and realize that the life he was living wasn't a life at all, rather a meaningless void filling time until his death. Something had to change. Never did he think that she would transform who he was. Never did he think that she would turn him into a better person. Her hope for him made him believe in himself. That's all he ever really needed. Hope, and she had given it to him. Falling into his presence gave them both a chance. She had experiences under her belt that no one should ever go through. The pain she had seen is far greater than anything he had ever been through. I guess that's why they got each other so well. They both used each other as a crutch, a way to deal with the pain inside their own lives. He always thought God brought her into his life to help him, but then he realized that's exactly what he was doing for her. He was brought in to save her, but while he was doing that he fell in love.