I pounded, for what seemed like hours, on a door that wasn't locked.

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At times, for some of us, we just need release. The feeling of being let go, without warning, at the most unexpected second. Finding a breath at the bottom of your stomach that you can pull up like a sunken anchor. Your eyes open and you just walk.

I will sit here, listlessly, as the sun shuffles across the sky, slowly falling to aide the moons rise.

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Song of the second: Geography by Thao Nguyen
Book of the moment: You Will Know Our Velocity by Dave Eggers
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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: A fence with sharp teeth should not be provoked. You never know when it might reach out and bite you.

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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: While inside, all we saw was the brick. We were not allowed to look past the blades of grass that led to exploding wildflowers. Our lives seemed black and white, left to live in shadows of moonless nights. It serves perfect reason as to why these now covered windows are only fragments of days I no longer remember.

As the sheet drifts over my face, pictures of ocean edged cliffs rush past my eyelids. I will soon be there, on the beach, toes tapping the glass blue water.

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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: If not for this arrow, I would have never found relief.



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Location: Portland, Oregon
Date: April 2008
Notes: What two things do Portland residents love?
1) umbrellas
2) volkswagons



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The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
~ William Shakespeare from, "The Merchant of Venice"
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