it must be the weather, but I'm enjoying reading my old journal.

Hot Press. WORKS IN PROGRESS.











A new series of work in drawings. Based on the ephemeral and effervescent nature of thought.

if gpa's were foreign aid, the world would be little-changed.

here's the thing. i know i've made more than my fair share of mistakes. in fact, it would be safe to say that i've made more mistakes more frequently than most people you will ever encounter in your life. i'm not the worst person in the world, but a lot of times it feels that way. the cold blank stares from the people you've hurt in the past. and that tight knot in your stomach when you can't get to sleep at night. our lives leave impacts on the world around us. hopefully for good, but more often then we think, for bad. but here's the good news: the past is the past. and what matters is what we do not what we've done. and i've said some pretty horrible things to some pretty incredible people. incredible because thats what god says about them. and im so enamored by his grace. because he doesnt just give us one second chance. he gives us like eternal second chances, and there is no limit to how many times he'll forgive the same mistake. and that is the most incredible thing in the world. because i know how hard it is to forgive someone the first time. and how much harder it is the next. and each time it doesn't get easier to forgive,in fact it gets exponentially harder. how great is his love that even our rotten hearts cannot separate us from him. thank you for being by my side and knocking, waiting- by my hearts door. when the whole world left me cold and alone you were there saying it's ok, i know you're not a bad person. and you forgave me. i love you.

i just want to be that person i see in my dreams.

21 hours of progress.

you are a catheter of pure happiness.


it's six o'clock in the morning i open my eyes and think about you i thought it was like a never ending fairy tail but i'm alone in my bedroom, looking at the celling thinking about what we have what we've done i was thinking about our life together thinking about our love the only thing i know is that i'm in love with you that i'm in love with you

walking with you to class and sidewalks dashed to pieces with color as we pass. and you said don't get caught in the rain, wish id get caught in the rain with you. and those green eyes. all ways thought you were too good for this world. maybe you'd find yourself this next semester being stretched from all sides- outlined in my mind with archival inks. you made me think about things like arteries and how to eat an ice cream without getting brain freeze. and you know your way about life, and i figure you'll do fine, but sometimes i wish that you would be mine. and i wonder if our seats will always be reserved, and if we talked forever would i ever run out of words? and then i pause like its your turn you never miss a beat never accept defeat always discreet and your sweet tooth is NOT petite. and as we fly down these city streets, and i think of all the words id like to speak- and i'm that warm fold you like to tuck your hand beneath. i sink into my seat and soak those chemicals up into my blood- you see it's more than just having fun.

Two more days of working on the youth room at WOL:

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