Monthly Archives: December 2011

The Not So New Year

So tomorrow marks the end of another year. It is probably one of the most exciting days of the year fills with family, friends, and partying. It is followed by New Years day, quite possibly the worst day of the year, filled with anxiety, fear, and stress. For many the joy and anticipation of the holiday season is but a memory as millions return home to work and school. The Christmas lights that were once looked upon with wonder and gladness now serve only to damper your already soured spirits. The holiday season is the greatest time of the year for a reason, and it is undoubtedly deserving such a title, but how can a month filled dreary weather, term papers, and deadlines ever match up to the magic of December? Well the answer is simple enough. “Suck the marrow out of life”, everyone says it, but to avoid the post holiday depression you need to stay active. Get back into your routine as quickly as possible. Spend time with people you like to see. Don’t stop having fun because you feel as though you’ve over indulged. Happy New Year’s eve everyone! Don’t let it get the best of you like every other year. This one can be different.



“I can’t believe that’s how it happened… how it finally happened”

Sometime the tension that builds in the silence after a comment takes on its own persona, like a third entity sitting menacingly on the console between the driver and passenger seats.

“O my god Jamie, I have to pull over, I don’t feel right.”

The red Mercury pulls off to the side of the road and the boy anxiously puts the car in park.

“What’s wrong” is the first interjection that Jamie has made since it happened.

Raising his head and removing his hands from his face in an attempt to make eye contact he says “I just thought…I always thought it would be different.” Jamie still hasn’t turned her head towards him, instead she remains staring at the windshield as though she were trying to melt it.

“It’s getting late Eran, please just take me home, my mom’s already suspicious.”

Without another word the red Mercury starts back up the street. It is that time of the evening when almost all of the light has faded into a gray world of shadows, shadows that play tricks on the mind as they dance and jump off the road in front of you. As the car is approaching the intersection on the edge of town dividing the rural landscape from the suburban atmosphere, Eran shoots an uneasy glance towards Jamie. There are tears running down her pale face.

“Jamie! Jamie whats wrong. Please, please let me help.” Jamie bursts out into sporadic sobs, yet still stares straight ahead. Eran is crying too.

“Jamie. I do not know what to do. I’ll do anything, anything, just tell me.” She hardly has the strength or the capacity to make a coherent plea, but she does: it comes out in a gargul.

“Take me to see him.”


“I want to see him!”

“Are we even allowed. It’s getting dark.”

“You said you would do anything, you promised!”

“You’re right.”

Any light that had remained glimmering on the edge of the shadows is now gone. The couple are now driving down the highway and the light from Eran’s headlights bounces in all directions off of the red reflectors as the couple speed towards their destination.

“Turn them off.” Jamie whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Turn the headlights off!” Jamie’s command comes out in a sharp hiss.

“I don’t think -”

“If there is one thing I have ever known Eran, that I have ever known for sure, it is how much I hate those headlights right now. Turn them off” Jamie has become eerily striking and composed.

The highway which had previously had only one visible inhabitant is now seemingly deserted as they continue their drive in the silence.

It was nearly 9 o’clock when their journey had come to its end. Had you been observing the scene from afar, you would have seen something like this. The red light on Atherton Street turns green, and a maroon Mercury with its headlights turned off turns right and again immediately turns right onto the road leading into the graveyard running parallel to Atherton Street. You would have heard the engine go silent and the clicking of the passenger door as it opens and slams shut followed by the rustling of the grass as a young girl dressed in tight jeans and a white t-shirt whose brown hair bounced on her shoulders as she walked amongst the graves. You would have seen her as she approached the road. When she stopped to look back, a teenage boy, short with messy blonde hair stepped out of the driver’s seat with a look bearing a mixture of reverence and horror slowly walked towards her. You would have seen the girl walking until she reached the final row of graves before Atherton Street, and the boy, 20 yards behind, stop while she stands several feet in front of a marble tombstone.

The leaves rustle in the wind as the cars seem to silently jet by.Eran is overcome with concern as Jamie fixes her eyes on the grave of her father. Coming up behind her he puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I’m sorry, I – ”

“It’s him you should be apologizing too!”

“Jamie, what are we doing? I never meant to -”

“You don’t understand! Why don’t you understand?”

Eran goes to speak but can not find the words and instead approaches the tombstone. As first he says nothing, then he begins in a whisper, almost pleading.

“Your daughter means everything to me… I’ll take care of her I promise… I have to – no, I need to… I just don’t know how. She needs someone stronger. She needs…” Eran can not finish because he is crying hysterically as he drops to his knees.

“I can’t do it! God help me please! I can’t do it myself. I can’t! Help!”

Eran continues to moan, rolling in the cool grass, expecting Jamie’s warming touch to come but it never does.

If you had been watching this scene from afar, you would have seen a boy, broken, laying amongst the dead. If you were watching from afar, you would have seen a girl, coolly composed, walk away into the darkness.

Thoughts On… Reality

Think of where you are at a particular moment, and how you feel. From laying under the starry skies, driving down the highway at night with the wind blowing in your face, listening to the sounds of humanity along the boardwalk; such things all bear a particular emotion that becomes one and the same with the place where you experienced it. Thus memories become synonymous with an emotion, and an emotion synonymous with a memory. Such a phenomenon helps to define our perception of our worlds at a point in time. Standing in the middle of the street the other night I watched as a couple shared a romantic moment in the moonlight. As the stars and the lights shone brightly above, this single frame of time became their snapshot of reality. To this couple, this particular point in time bore only love, created by their perception of the world. As a bystander I saw a much more broad and unbiased view of the true reality.

Scan out from the couple standing in the shadow of the apartment, and my friend could be seen urinating in the bushes, while in the house next to me another friend was in an argument with his father. The juxtaposition that this situation presented was so clear and made me think of how every experience in the world is perceived literally one second at a time. Emotions truly are a product of our situation and environment. If our reality is based on our perception of an experience and our experiences are derived from how we process our emotions, then reality is truly only existent in the exact present moment that it is experienced. If we are not around to experience a situation, than the reality is not real and hence non existent to us. Only what we experience is real. Chris McCandless once put this in another perspective by saying “happiness is only real when shared”. This raises a strange question, a theory really. If there is no one with which to share an experience, does the reality of it truly exist? It is a question that is hard to answer, but if we are truly only existent in the here and now, then to anyone else who is in a different point of space at that point of time will realize that that specific reality does not exist and hence reality is only real when shared.

Tonight the Stars Are Shinning

When the stars refuse to shine and the world seems to be nothing but darkness and despair, know that the world does not break everyone completely; we do become stronger in the spots where darkness weighs down the heaviest. Know that you are not alone, know that “all you need is love is a lie, but remember that all those you love are there for you…

Holiday Spirit

I woke up this morning to my grandmother wishing the house “Happy Easter” and a stomach ache from all of the greasy food that I ate last night. So while everyone was fussing over all the breakfast food (which was put in the oven an hour before they decided to serve lunch) I went for a run. Needed to clear the mind and body a bit. When I got back I was entertained by the families talk of constipation and other various problems that holiday foods give you. Then my sister discovered my twitter page. So for the past half hour I was the target of countless jokes, but in the end I couldn’t help but smile and laugh along. It is Christmas after all. Enjoy your family this Christmas day.

The Sea

There is a sea between life and death, a mystical boundary that is daunting before us. We stand on the shores of uncertainty and the inconceivable future, a new

adventure lurking just beyond the mystique of the unknown. Whether the tides of our fortune and fate lead us into the tranquil waters of serendipity, or into the

floods of turmoil and despair can not be answered with certainty. None the less, we all must sail out and discover what awaits across the ocean of our lives with

unquestioned boldness and an inextinguishable desire for meaning. Only when we rise up and break the chains of fear will any of our potentials be discovered, our

destinies realized. Take out onto the seas your passion, take out onto the sea your wonders, take out with you the deepest most stirring callings of your soul. Set sail

and see what awaits. Set sail and meet fate head to head. Set sail and accomplish what God has challenged. Set sail for love.

Second Rate Soldier

I’ve got another heartache 
That’s brought me to
My knees 
I’m right back where I started
searching for me 

And maybe there’s something I just cant find 
Maybe my love is just an alibi 
But I know what I’ve got and I know what I need to be
Baby I’m free 

Well I’m sick and tired 
of feeling like a second rate soldier 
whose lost his cause, 
fighting for some composure 
Indifferent to the pain 
That we all concede 
To be part of this life, 
an indefinite creed  
Well honey I’ll pay the cost 
I’ll play your game 

And maybe there’s something that we all can find 
Locked away somewhere deep inside 
My hands
My knees 
My souls bleeds 
To be 

Hands up 
Stand up 
Fight for what you need 
Lay it all 
Take the fall
Watch me as I bleed 

Your eyes burn bright like a beacon of light 
On the coast of the see on a stormy night  
The stars and the moon and the sun and the sky
Are filled with this most sacred lie 

But still maybe there’s something I just can’t deny
Maybe there’s something burning in our lives 
A fire that’s burning deep
 in me that screams 
Love is free 

Bending Light

A man and a woman sit in the middle of a sun room, at a high mahogany table. The walls are covered with various paintings, Van Gough’s Starry Night hangs in the corner opposite the plasma screen television, above the mantle of the fireplace. Sunlight shines in from the frigid air outside through the window, beating down onto the already heated floor. The couple are sharing a dinner together, sitting at the table.

It is the man who speaks first.

“I think a king would be good. No, a king is too much, a queen should do”

“I want a small bed so that even when we fight you can’t get away from me” The woman interjects.

“We get along, we won’t fight” says the man starring at his mashed potatoes which are being shoveled onto his fork.

“That’s what I thought about me and John” the woman’s potatoes sit untouched, the view of which is being blocked out by the long brown hair hanging down in her face.

“Wouldn’t a small bed be the most romantic thing Mark?” Maggie’s green eyes open wide, and pushing her food aside she moves closer to Mark.

Mark, looking up makes eye contact with Maggie as he brushes away the strands of greasy black hair.

“I have to make a run back to the store after dinner, we forgot milk” he says

“I remember the first time you looked in my eyes” Maggie says. A smile widens across her face

“You thought they were so beautiful. Then when you kissed me -”

“That was a long time ago”

“Do you remember when you met me at Stacy’s wedding? You had only just met me, but still you snuck into my room. John could have come back any moment, but you didn’t care. I knew then how much you loved me”

“That was a foolish thing for me to do, if I was your husband and it were me you were cheating on I would have shot you and him both”  Mark who has finished his dinner, now stands up.

“Don’t be silly darling. I never loved John, he was not like you. Oh you look so manly, so commanding”

“Don’t be ridiculous Maggie, he was still your husband. Will you do the dishes while I’m gone?”

“Of course, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my love.”

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone, I will bend the light pretending that it somehow lingered on… The smooth tone of male vocals can be heard floating on the air from the surround sound speakers.

Mark opens the door and without acknowledging Maggie’s expression of love, walks out.

Maggie did not move, she was watching the shadows overcome the brightness of the light dancing off the well decorated walls. A phrase her mother had always said was now sticking out in her mind.

“The grass is always greener on the other side”

Indeed it was. Sometimes in the Spring the grass would seem so green and unreal after a long winter, almost as though it were a dream. Inevitably time goes on and the heat builds, until finally nothing is left but the hard dirt where the now scorched grass once sat. Then autumn  would roll along and one morning you would wake up to the scent of freshly mowed grass seeping in through your open window, and you wouldn’t believe that it had returned. But alas winter comes with no particular wonder and the harsh cold takes all the grass with it, covering everything in white. It was in the bitterness of winter that you realized the grass would never remain green.

There is silence except for the song now coming to an end in the background.

The rock candy’s melted only diamonds now remain..

She thought of John and she thought of Mark. Outside the sun sank down below the horizon and the light that remained was now gone, leaving nothing but darkness and a cold uneaten dinner. The snow was coming down silently, covering the grass.

Have You Ever Had the Feeling

Have you ever had the feeling that this life is just a motion? Have you ever had the sense that we’re drifting in devotion to the current of our soul’s stirrings in the sea without a meaning? Well there’s a reason we all hold on.

Have you ever spent the evening in the presence of the angels? Have you ever seen the heavens or truly are you able to know beauty in it’s purest form? Well you know well the blind can’t fly.

Have you ever felt the coldness in the deepest of the winter? Have you eve felt the heat as it burns and as it hinders the strong to move slow? Well I don’t know what life is for, but don’t you know that I know you?

Have you ever had the feeling that your life is in slow motion? That you’re standing on the border of what could be a sweet devotion? Could the riddle of my purpose be the meaning of my existence? Well could the answer have always been you? Have you ever had the feeling…

Merry Christmas


Merry Christmas Everyone! The best to all who are close to you this season… This blog is my present to myself this year.  I hope you all enjoy! 

About Myself

I believe in magic; I always have. It was J.K Rowling who was first able to capture not only my attention but also my entire imagination.

Through her words, I quickly found myself immersed in a world where broomsticks were not a tool for cleaning but essential equipment for the most popular sport; motion pictures were not movies, they were quite literally pictures which moved, and magic was simply a part of life. Harry’s world was my world, and I found myself trying to show everyone how great it was. It was Rowling’s words that made magic a tangible factor in my life.

I am now 18 years old, I play guitar, harmonica, and write. I am about to graduate high school, and I now what to pursue a dream. It was through writing that magic came to my life, and I want to bring that same magic into other people’s lives. This is a space where I will post various sorts of writing and you are welcome to do the same. Give me some feedback, post your stuff, or just chat about really cool writing. Explore your inner writer and who knows, you may find a little serendipity along the way