yes, i know, this is a re-post. let me explain. sometimes i write things, and i don't know why i write them, i don't know if they apply to anything or if they have some deeper meaning. the words just come out and i write them down as fast as i can because i know they'll come and go in almost an instant. sometimes i reevaluate the thing i've written and realize they've emerged from a deep part of my subconscious. such was the case with these few lines. looking back i can't believe i didn't choose these words intentionally but simply wrote them down as they stole my mind during a shakespeare lesson. my words aren't my own, i know this. but i write them down and they become my soul.


not a cold december.
not a warm july.
not a frigid january.
but a black october sky.

the clouds rolled in
and they took you away
not a word was said
but i wished you could stay.


October 26th, 2005 in memory, today, of Brady Michael Jensen... who i miss terribly