a letter to 5308

dear apt. 5308,

this past year you have proven yourself worthy. however, the time has come for my amigos and i to embark on a new journey. we will be leaving your walls, now covered in boogers, sharpie, and hole, to claim our territory in 4c. as i sit here typing this memento i am reminded of all the fun times in this apartment, along with all the painful moments. i reminisce on the many times chase wanted to nap, and in my abundant love, i would not let him. i think of all the farts that filled the air as the sun would peek its head. and who could forget the countless nights of pillow talk with both borderline ridiculous conversation, and meaningful encouragement. most of all, i am grateful for the opportunity to live with these incredible guys in your halls. you have been gracious to us all.

sincerely,

one of the five



p.s. get prepared townhomes.

11:08

it is 11:08 and i want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm. what must we call these moments? the moments of confirmation and love, when our Father testifies with our soul that we are His, and He will not forsake us. it is not a totally unexplainable happening, although, possibly vague to the reader. what a glorious God we serve.

duality

rejection

hope

the wolves

nothing

i feel trapped. something needs to change, pronto.

hollywood will weep

this may very well be the best movie i have ever seen. it is directed beautifully, and the music intertwines throughout scenes with such perfection. however, the thing that really caught my attention was the incredibly accurate depiction of life. this is not a hollywood movie. the guy does not get the girl. and that flies in the face of all hollywood has told us. people do not always get the one they love, but will go on for days, months, weeks, maybe even years crying, drinking, breaking plates, and dwelling on all that could have been if this other person could only realize what the now heart broken individual has come to realize. our expectations are often decimated by reality, so we move on, probably kicking and screaming.

i suppose this film intrigued me with such lure because it is the film i would never make, but have yearned for someone to direct it into existence.

ladies and gentlemen, 500 days of summer.

paralysis

people typically have fear, whether they desire it or not. i would be so bold as to make the argument that some sort of fear lives in every human being, and no can escape it in totality. over the past couple of months i have grown to loathe this joy robbing emotion of fear. it hinders me. i sit completely still, thinking if i make no movement then i will bring about no wrong. i am terrified to act. what if i move, just to be pushed further back? every now and then i have an epiphany of sorts. it becomes so clear to me, all of it. i see clearly that my fear is foolish, and i dance in such freedom. however, i always seem to dive back into fear. i don't want fear, i want to abandon it.

on a different note, music liberates.

backyard tennis

what a great day today has been. i feel so free, and liberated from all things that have historically weighed me down.

with that being said, today i deemed myself the author of the tennis ball chronicles. enjoy.