he was like the perfect picture in a broken picture frame
and as the world walked by few seemed to notice the wayward hanging portrait
timeless moments passed
and the world strolled by and he was forgotten
but soon after, a young boy walked up and all was not lost,
for someone noticed
and that was all that mattered.

I'm rust in the water
Just scum in the pond (just the scum of the earth)-alternate line
I am not one thing but nothing at all
I'm not a face nor a feeling but just a number (sentiment)
a trivial number in the thing we call life


But what is life
is life living in constant turmoil
or competing for what we think is best
but maybe there's something more
something much more coarse
It's not always pretty or fun
but it is the truth, the secret to life
long forgotten by all
the life that there is
the life worth the fall

I saw a really beautiful thing last night, it was six twenty and I was heading down to the highschool after visiting some friends at work. I was on mainstreet, which is parallel to some railroad tracks, and I was a block from the normal crossing I take, so i drove towards the crossing. A train had already been going through so I stopped fifteen or twenty feet from the crossing, as I stopped a long chain of blue tanker cars came through, they weren't particularly new, but none of them were grafittied, just all evenly moderately weathered. we had already had a dusting but just as they came through it started snowing again, there was just something about the cars all lined up with light snow and the dark sky that made it beautiful. I rolled down my window and watched the snow drift down to earth...







.....time slowed down.....






...and then the end of the train passed and I moved on