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We can do it to each other, pop the pill in each others mouths.

The pull of a human tide. May 1, 2010 by Daniel Palacios. I broke my fingers on the sand. So i gave them to the ocean. A quiet offering in the crest of my hand. For the crest of a wave. Of a sea that might better understand. How to find something worth reaching for. I dreamt of a sea of fingers. May 1, 2010 by Daniel Palacios. Paper moths skitter through my mind. In elegant waves of intricate design. In a lantern-lit dance shining from my skull.

The class was so boring and we had nothing to do, I listened to my ipod hoping it would speed up time. I was still tired from the night before. Writing this popped so many ideas into my mind. I thought about Jessica, my s.

I am not the least bit talented in writing. I never used to write before because my writing really had no purpose; except necessity to fill in birthday cards, and complete school work; writing did not come easy. Occasionally I felt inspired between my twirling cycle of protagonation, depression and few weeks of peace; but it has always been short lived. Now I know I write. I write poems, and short stories that may not be very good, and music that is also pleasant to my ears alone.

I did horrible which should be of no surprise to anyone. I may be moving to Michigan come January. That should be a good experience.