The wind whistles cold against my ears The pavement cold and unforgiving My board hits the ground I’m off running to work or to school or wherever I want to go I’m free from all the hassles that scatter my thoughts My focus piercing the rim of my hat like a hawk preying on unsuspecting…
I finally added a skateboarding page for those of you that keep asking about it. I haven’t really posted a lot there. Just a few photos. http://tanisjustice.com/skateboarding/
I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
I said goodbye to her again Again So many times we’ve said goodbye So many times she’s broken my heart Never my spirit I said goodbye to her again today My final goodbye The road I travel is paved with adventure Riding on dreams Like drifting my longboard down a steep hill Her road leads…
There are times Where all I want All I need are You Drifting from consciousness Wandering of thought I imagine where you are and what we could be There are moments Fleeting at best Trying to remember Who and Why Where are you? Why can’t I find you? Even in my dreams your light escapes…
It’s my feeling that we are all recovering souls in one way or another. It’s fair to say that we all have some sort of addiction, and many of us feel broken in one way or another. I know I have felt that way a good portion of my life. Anymore I’ve finally figured out…
