You throw your head back laughing like a little kid...

The clock ticking was all I could hear at close to 4. At this early hour, the waking can be up to no sublime task. Mine was not a joyful calling, yet I was called. I'm not quite sure why you were the only thing I could think about. Probably because I was preaching all the same lessons I always needed to hear. I just twiddled my thumbs, deftly keeping time with the stroke of the second hand. Soon enough, her father came to console her and we were able to return home only after his silent gratitude was shown to us. Such a mutual exchange of respect comes rests uneasy with me. The parents of these children say, "Tyler , you're a good man." Me? A man? A good man? Oh sweet childhood, vehemently do I long for your simplicity and innocence when such responsibilities rested in the hands of the wise and ever so capable.

 I keep hearing your laughter down the halls of the campus center and your voice in the back of my head. Mistakes are one of the few things that stick with a person. So today, my students tend to be my greatest source of joy and sanity. There's something about passing on that's dead sure, and I love every single one of them.

Ah well. Guess I really am oblivious after all, and I've never felt so relieved to say so. Here I am alive. Where are you at?


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

You're so very special, I wish I was special...

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

Don't you ever wonder how we survive?

"Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth..."

"No-Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men..."

"I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life..."

"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known..."

"I'm thirty...I'm five years to old to lie to myself and call it honor..."

"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away..."

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly  into the past..."

F. Scott Fitzgerald 

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved....

“I try to live what I consider a poetic existence. That means I take responsibility for the air I breathe and the space I take up. I try to be immediate, to be totally present for all my work.”  
-Maya Angelou

 


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

Oh, what a strange place...

Cloud Atlas was a depressing movie.

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."