Through My Eyes: A Journal

By Liz Root

Contact Liz by emailing her at liz@vagrantcafe.com

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10/25/2001
this will be short since i have to leave to work in no later than five minutes.

why am i paying for a gym membership i don't use? arg...someone get me some motivation.


- liz r. - 10/25/2001

10/21/2001
the body is meant for moving. the feet are meant for stepping and running and jumping and dancing. the arms are meant for holding and pushing and lifting and speaking. my body is meant for moving. moving through the air around me as i express what words cannot.

the things we're meant to remember we so easily forget, and the things we wish we could forget we will always remember. we forget what is real and what is good, and we hold onto so tightly to pain and mistakes. then there are those memories which override everything. those memories where for brief moments, we were allowed to just *be.* the times when all we remember is the good and our brain forgets the bad. it's these times which are the truly real moments. the times where existence wasn't futile. where what was is what was meant to be.

moments like walking around downtown on a autumn night alone, kicking the freshly fallen leaves around, listening to their crisp edges scrape against the sidewalk. like walking out onto the front porch from my bedroom to thick morning fog resting among the oak trees. like driving through the appalachian mountains for the very first time. like late night conversations with good friends that somehow seem to heal you. like standing around a bonfire looking into your friends faces, with that silent laughter that knows someday we'll be on the other side.

someday we'll be on the other side.


- liz r. - 10/21/2001


joel and i were talking last night about how sometimes we go through phases where we're super reflective about everything and can spend hours just thinking about stuff, and sometimes, we just want to be like the rest of the world and not think about anything and just kinda exist and go about life. i think this last week has been me going about life and not really thinking about much of anything. so on my day off, it's kind of like i'm remembering who i am once again.

so this fine sunday, i'm sitting here...knowing that i didn't go to bed til 5 a.m., and that i really wasn't even tired, and i didn't get up til 1 this afternoon. it was a nice feeling actually.

gosh, i really wish i was eloquent sometimes. i wish i could write with that flow that makes everything i say sound important and poetic. but i just don't have it. or if i do, i don't really use it. i think i used to be able to write that way, but lately, i just haven't really been taking the time to develop it. at least, not when it comes to my thoughts. because who really has eloquent thoughts anyway?

last night was one of those good nights. where you go eat cheap food at the local pizza place, get some coffee and walk around downtown, and then stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about who knows what, but it doesn't matter, because you're with your favorite people and that's enough.


- liz r. - 10/21/2001