chaz720.net - journal

December 14, 2025

In a town where I lost every shirt on the fence. Go to now, I am bleeding a trail through the lens, when I see what I now know is you. I was caught in the eye as you came, pulled by my name, I'm fallin' through. Traveling at godspeed over the hills and trails, I have refused my call. Pushin' my lazy sails into the blue flame, I want to crash here right now. The hourglass spills its sand, if only to punish you, for listenin' too long to one song.

Hey.

I think an unspoken/unwritten thing worth addressing is that this journal stopped when my mother died. It started as an outlet amongst friends to vent about whatever teenagers think is important. Over time, however, and as my physical distance became greater, it was my awkward way to stay in touch with mom. She frequently reached out to me in regards to things I talked about here. So, when she passed in the summer of 2006, I lost track of who I was talking to and I stopped posting.

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