Cloud 34

Save the last dance for the darkness before the flicker at the end of the tunnel.

Bree — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 15:50:34 +0000

What was it that we wanted?

You -

to collect my soul

and turn it into a piece of jigsaw windtunnel;

And I -

To free yours,

to place a hole inside a whole.

It’s murder

and we’re both mercenaries of wishful thinking,

So I bid you goodbye.

Love?

Bree — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:09:29 +0000

Asking the question “Do you believe in love?” is the same as asking “Do you believe in Santa Claus?”.

Deluded youngsters will say “YES, he’s real, he lives in the Noth Pole and circles the world every Christmas in his magic sledge powered by flying reindeer to give good children lots and lots of presents!!!!” and cynics will laugh a little too quickly and a little too loudly and inform you how ridiculous this belief is, secretly remembering the disappointment they felt when they found out that this fantastic man in a red suit was a myth.

Yet some very special few know that nobody will descend through their chimney on Christmas Eve. They know that the man with the white beard they saw at the mall isn’t the same as the one at Walmart. They know there are no reindeer named Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer, etc. And still, they smile as they leave milk and cookies on the table for ‘Santa’ to eat.

Love is not abouth myth; it’s about spirit.

When I let go of who I am, I become what I might be.

Bree — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 21:04:22 +0000

Comes a time when letting go only seems natural.

On a day like any other day.

An ordinary day.

Silver lining!

Bree — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:39:39 +0000

Looking at things from a more optimistic view point (pessimists die young!), the important thing here isn’t the ridiculous ammount of whiny, pity-seeking “articles” with no proper punctuation and noticeably lacking grammar skills written for the sole purpose of getting attention that cannot be obtained otherwise that Blog Surfer provides you with.

It’s the unsubscribe button.

Beautiful.

Bree — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:27:11 +0000

The sky. Trees. Grass. Random dogs on their periods camping out on your front lawn. Dirt. Sandwiches. The First World War. Sin, cos, tan. Blue. My reflection. Friends. Music. Dance. Fan clubs. Cigarettes. People. Fences. Stoners. You. Yes, especially you.

We’re back!

Bree — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 18:02:50 +0000

For a while, this blog was private and I honestly thought its candle had blown out at 11,500 views. Too much of, well, everything was going on here, and I had never intended it to be some sort of MTIS online tabloid. Mostly, though, things deserve second chances. I’m giving Cloud34 a second chance.

I hope you’re still up for it.