Jessica+Bateman

Memories Often we look back in our lives of time well spent and time  Spent lost Summer bonfires warm our Thoughts as we think of Young love

Christmas trees shine in our Eyes as family get-togethers are brought about

Lighting storms shock us with Fear as our youthful nostalgia <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">teaches us

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Memories fade as youthful <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">innocence leaves our hearts <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">growing old

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">The light of dependence dissipates <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">and disappoints as independence <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">fuels thoughts

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">The very beings, our heroes, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">die off to become yet <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">another memory

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">I Saw God (1) <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Gibbosity all the more beneficent as the bare earth Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, I will not go down today That winter when this though came-how the Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight There is a light and there is a dark Then I saw God on my fingertip I wished to be received in,in I get me; After I dislocated my shulder the second time While I danced in the room and creid. My dad Out on the yellow Not a flock, and again in my mind refused the shape Now nobody will want to listen to songs, The wind bellows through the trees as a young man I hes late twenties walks Sedimentary, fecund dairy, and slide rule. They were wood in all <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">I Saw God (2)

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Gibbosity all the more beneficent as the bare earth Shall I say it again? That winter when this though came Wake! For the Sun, who scattr’d into flight There is light and there is dark I saw God on my fingertip I wished to be received in While I danced in the room and cried. My mind refused the shape Nobody will want to listen to songs, The wind bellows through the trees Sedimentary, slide rule. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">I Saw God (3)

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">G<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">ibbosity, rounded, all the more beneficent as the bare earth. Giving us life Shall I say it again? <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">That winter when this thought came I saw God on my fingertip

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight There is light and there is dark I wished to be received in Giving us life <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">I saw God on my fingertip!

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">As I danced in the room and cried That winter when this thought came My mind refused the shape Gibbosity, rounded, all the more beneficent as the bare earth. I saw God

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">Nobody will want to listen to songs, <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;">As the wind, bellowing through the trees As sedimentary are the sounds, becoming a slide rule Giving me life On my fingertip, I saw God. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 200%;">Unfathomable I can’t comprehend the betrayl She can’t comprehend the destruction They can’t comprehend the depression The concept of day-to-day things have become moot All logical reasoning to live is now unfathomable I understand the depression they can’t comprehend She understands the betrayl I can’t fathom They understand the destruction she doesn’t see All in different worlds We all see different things; yet we find other’s lives to be unfathomable Life isn’t about what’s unfathomable. What we do understand should envelop the lives we all live. To focus on what we can’t comprehend will corrupt the very lives we live. Living is finding reasoning in what we can understand. We should forget the unfathomable.

<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: auto;"> <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">Him <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">Dilated pupils, blank face, and the scent of secrecy occupy this boy who threw his life away. He sits in bed and waits to be talked to. With his lover in college and his best friend deciding to fall into the same trap that he did, he blames his self and envies those around him who have what he wants. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">Follicles of his sun bleached hair show the drugs he’s been consuming. Dropping out of school seemed his only choice. Depression seeps in as he reviews his life and can’t see a brighter ending. Kicked out of home by his parents he moves into his dealer’s house and consumes countless amounts of his considered ‘medicine.’ <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">The time I knew him best was when he was set to be best for me. Trying to stop self medication and pushing himself through school were his top priorities. Now his top priorities consist of finding transportation, dealing with his guilt and depression, and watching his friends live life the way he wanted it. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">He, as a person, will always be remembered with his dimple faced smile that made him appear truly happy. His hugs, tight and secure,hands on my back bringing me as close as close gets; faint memories of whispered devotion are how I want to remember him. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">He used to be the smartest person I knew. Still brilliant with every word he speaks; his actions contradict his thought provoking sentences. Unrecognizable, being who he is today, one could mistake him for who he used to be. Keeping that dimple faced lie upon his self, he walks through paused time where inertia keeps the people around him moving. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">The occasional glimpse of him on the side of the road sitting on a curb or long-boarding reassures the assumed thought of his existence. Few spoken words in three or more months allow the life update to be consistent with words spoken by so said friends. Becoming an eclipse in my life, his existence seems to cover my bright horizon; one step forward becomes two steps back because of his occasional reassured existence. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">He becomes a worry for many people. His parents care, but have no real idea of how to handle his new, to them, lifestyle. His lover from college won’t accept a relationship; she can’t trust his commitment, and long distance relationships don’t last. I constantly worrythat he might die or that he might realize he can’t simply move away from the decisions he has made. He knows he can’t abruptly quit his addiction, he's tried before, yet he has made the decision to cut back on everything he’s done. It’s inspiring to think he might succeed, but it’s also reality that he needs help. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">As withdrawals fill his body with convulsions and his mouth with bile, depression clouds his mind.The depression grabs his ankles and pulls him to the deepest part of ocean. The pressure of water breaks the empty cavity where his heart once beat. Hypothermia brings the comforting numbness. The numbness brings the warmth of the black-hole that drowns his hopeful eyes. Then reality sets in: becoming empty, lifeless, uncaring, and selfish. The humor of his hopeful eyes recedes into nothingness. The beat of his heart slows to sleeping consistency. His ankles trudge through life being sucked back to earth with the guilt left on his ever tired body. The depression consumes his thoughts with hopeless despair and a drive to get that fix his body needs for normality. His dilated eyes reach blood shot consistency as de-tox begins to take hold. His tired body lays lifeless and hungers for food that is absent from his stomach. Hungering for food and not his medication; there might be hope for a life after all. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Segoe UI',Tahoma,Verdana,'Sans-Serif'; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 48px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="TextRun SCX70254826" style="font-family: Times New Roman,Serif; font-size: 16px;">My memories of him consist of constant happiness: there was a drive to wake up, to change for the better, to be someone new. His comforting words enveloped my heart with warmth and filled my eyes with hope. His bright smile brought a calming reassurance that life continues to move on. His hugs were safe, close, strong, and he wanted me to feel this way. He used to care.