SummerIsAlmostHere

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGYXKZwp9WI

yo yo yo

i miss my old friend tanner alder

brooklyn still writes on her blog and i hope i'm not the only one who reads it

i got some photography books from di the other day but i think i'll return them

i'm not sure why the sky is blue (it has something to do with the reflection of the ocean, maybe)

scientists know that the distance from the center of the sun to the center of the earth is called one astronomical unit but scientists have yet to discover why the sound of your name causes me physical pain

i speak in a different kind of tongues, maybe one you won't understand;

with just enough vagueness.

is anyone listening?

my brothers girlfriend is a very sweet girl

i don't know what else to say but i think that she is good for him

i went to lagoon today and helped my grandma yesterday

things aren't too bad

i still get sad, especially at night

i can't die yet, it's too inconvenient

i'm not scared of things, i'm just cautious

i can't believe i'm writing again

i keep a gallon of water by my bed, to encourage me to drink more

i don't think i'll ever get married, or have children

but if i do, i hope my wife and i can agree not to name them after cities.

i don't have anything against people who do, it's just not for me 

i've written and rewritten this paragraph several times

i don't know what to say

i'm all out of art

TheStars(NotTheOnesInTheNightSkyButTheOnesInYourEyes)

i'm reading lolita and my bookmark is a piece of paper with your name on it
but i don't mean it in a creepy/pedophilliac way.

sir edmund hillary was the first person to summit mount everest and i'm only 182 miles away from that peak
i am traveling/i am lovesick
i am not homesick/i am not healthy

‪-diversity / variety ‬
‪-possibilities of sweetness on technicolored beaches ‬

‪namaste/i tell people im from canada because everyone thinks americans are rich and i am tired about talking about donald trump and no one knows where utah is‬
‪namaste/i'm planning something crazy after this trip ends‬
‪namaste/hello‬

‪i've worn the same outfit for the last five days in a row, oj simpson did it, my name is zachary chandler ford, but people in india and nepal call me jack, i'm picky about who i follow on social media, prayer wheels spin clockwise, i live 12 hours and 45 minutes in the future‬
‪these things are all true‬

‪i want to fight piers morgan and all of my ex girlfriend's boyfriends‬

‪sad/high(elevation)/maybe i try too hard to be something\not sure what‬

IThinkIHopeThingsEndSoon

i love you like bus rides in nepal
like the temple on the hill, like the fire in the street
like the red bricks and the blue bricks

i love you like the stitches my mum sewed in my pants
(and more than the bird on my leg)


welcome to my alphabet garden, notice i have purposely planted the u and i next to each other,
they help each other grow
and the colors of their flowers compliment each other

i wish we had better structure and a stronger meal plan, but most of the funding went into designing the cute uniforms

"please help me, i have brought biscuits for the dogs"
i don't think i miss most things from home, i enjoy being away: maybe i won't return

you and i are like flags in the winds and buses with flat tires
i am a mispelled word no one notices
and you are the music everyone can't help but dance to

once again, i was too honest and pushed you away (i am sorry)

slip me into your pocket once again, and show me the world
teach me about the rivers that are safe to drink from
and how to tell what time it is based off the position of the sun in the sky

pop that collar,roll up your sleeves,publish that book,tie your shoes,turn down the music,let's get to work
no more naps for me,i haven't been sleeping through the night


the harvest is soon, let's get picking

DoesntDeserveATitle

i am in india
i wish i had more any inspiration to write
but the leaves still fall when they're green, and everyone stares at me because i'm white
and trash fills the streets and angsty poetry fills teenage hearts and sadness fills your brains

i'm almost forcing myself to write this
i'm listening to homeshake
asking for anything
i don't want to become a resident
i don't want to get stuck
i want to move forward and progress
(this is turning into a post about me, again)


my goal is to have no drafts/post everything/write down every idea/try to snowball/roll with it/go with the flow/read/revise/post/for yourself if no one else

everything i've done recently has been so new and exciting, i hope to keep it up at home

TheFirstPostOfTheYear

when I'm not thinking about you I'm dreaming about you

when I drive past the point of the mountain I can feel my heart beating against my ribs like a prisoner

it's 2:30am and it is so bright outside
The traffic lights still work when everyone's asleep

sometimes I try to think of lines that Nelson will be proud of,

there's a dead flower by my left rear view mirror, my dog doesn't like sticking his head out of my windows when I drive, these things might not make sense, sorry

i spend most of my days in a busy grocery store for $9.96 a hour, and i'm not happy
i can('t) do anything i want


i miss creative writing, because i don't find much motivation to write anymore, and i miss it.
i was never good at writing, but i've always been good at worrying

NothingReallyMatters(Anymore)

(10/21) there's a dead flower by my left rear view mirror, I ate kale with a pretty girl who makes me nervous, my dog doesn't like sticking his head out of my windows when I drive, these things don't make sense, sorry

I can't shop at Walmart for 98 years,

but i work at Smith's and I wonder if Walmart sent a warning letter to other grocery stores in the area letting them know that I was caught stealing

I wonder if I should have given you a warning letter

(That was dumb and made more sense in my head)

I hate left turns but i think that's because that's where we first met

sometimes when I pass my old therapist's office, I wonder if he thinks about me. I still think about him

what's important to me might be unimportant to you

#WritingThatDoesn'tGoAnywhere

HowMuchYouLookingFor?

i made a list of five things to do this week and didn't even finish the list (i started strong.  slowly faded).

work is fine
friendships are dying
school is non existent
alone time is booming
i just need to type one more good post before i go
just pushpin my heart back into place




the lyric videos for bon iver's new album 22, a million are amazing (that word honestly doesn't do them justice).  they are, inspiring (?), and there aren't many artists who inspire me (consciously).

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLN61gg9VNXPomdZu0UY_wwoDkjSdAB_uE
i don't know, i love them, love doesn't always make sense

the "real world" after highschool isn't too bad so far
i thought mr. nelson wasn't posting his writing but i found his wordpress blog and i forgave him
(not that i was mad at him or anything, maybe just sad at him) (zac at him)

the tv shows on disney channel make me uncomfortable
one time sol said

but i think i do that too often;
my posts don't go anywhere;
i'm not going anywhere;



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