Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Breaking Glass...
Dear Anger,
I felt you today. I’ve never thought of myself as an angry person but today I feel anger. Not the ticked of feeling when a dog won’t stop yapping or someone honks at you as they give you the bird- this was louder. I was sure that I wasn’t upset over burning my toast or being rained out of a swim day- this smelled different. I wasn’t just mad because I stubbed my toe or someone called me a name -a much deeper pain rang in my soul. With a swipe of my hand, I caused destruction worthy of the news and the aftermath still ravishes casualties of a room that now smells like the ash of rebellion. I assure you that you were present with me today because instead of whispering I belted the word three times seven.
As I look at things destroyed, I am still grieved over the emotion that invited you. They were right: [You] never solved anything......but now I KNOW.
Clean up your Mess!
Alex Trost
Friday, March 11, 2011
less than a month...
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A few questions for the man, who delivers the snow...

Dear Direction,
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Running down.

Letter to the rain,
remember that it rained.
Numbly yours,
Alex
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Who do you think you are?? Mark Twain?

Thursday, February 3, 2011
Florida, flower, flomingo, flowheeler, flowin...

Dear Flow,
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Go Jason! its your birthday. hold the wine, I know your thirsty.......
Jason,
Happy Birthday,
Alex
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
ne pivo.......Kofola!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile on old days, I was beautiful then...















Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the the memories
For giving it to me