April 2011
40 posts
Through our separation
All I can do I lie here and squeeze my pillow while staring at a picture of her. Some would say that is young and silly, but our love is young and stronger then ever. So as I lay here and wish that she be by my side, I will lie here and hold my pillow tight while I think of her
Time will pass
But this feeling never will
If I scream her name from the top of the submarine...
I would like to believe she can ¦)
I ready to take on the world again
only this time will be together with you
Knowing that she still shares her beautiful smile with the world, and I’m the reason why, makes the distance a little bit easier. I know that smile will soon be next to me
Sometimes
You may ask for some piece and quiet so you can concentrate
…he remains in silence for almost weeks to prevent detection, world conflict, and make it home alive.
You hate when the hot water runs out
…he makes his own power, freshwater, and heat and hopes to shower this week.
It annoys you when your brother or sister takes to long in the bathroom
…he shares his bathroom with over 120 of his...
Those text conversations you skip sleep for.
When the days are long
and you are so far away, the submarine seems to be my home. But I know that there is a home somewhere out there waiting for us
Waking up next to you is the only thing I can think of when I open my eyes
Wow
Falling asleep in the middle of a restaurant (completely upright as if was watching the game haha) was pretty annoying. Work really kicked my ass this week. Fortunately I had the coolest waitress this side of texas to chill with
It sickness me
After 32hrs without sleep on the submarine, knees swollen, back aching, head pounding, hands scared and bruised, exhausted, eyes burning, feet numb, muscles week, without seeing sunrise or set in weeks, isolated from the ones we love, serving silently, secretly, and sacrificing our everyday lives for the duty given to us, that which most of the public is not aware nor recognizes…to be told...
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and...”
– Orson Welles 