Jamie Brownlee

Kelso High School

Class of 2005

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Jamie Brownlee - Class of 2005 - Kelso High School

First Name	Jamie
Last Name	Brownlee
Graduation Year	Class of 2005
Gender	Male
Hometown	Vancouver, Washington
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	Asking me to describe myself is to ask a tree the same. A tree lives and dies. The span between its beginning and inevitable death time and life and the things around it shape its outcome. Yet it stands out alone on its own. The only difference is. I have choice. To want to know me is to be intrigued whether from how I look, act and/or portray my being. So this 'About me' falls into your hands. Nothing is more binding than your own impression of someone. Your impression is who I am to you whether it is the truth I believe or simply your own conclusion. But alas I will give you a very brief impression of myself. Hello, hello... Look around. Look at him, the big man, the very one, the only one, with the stature of a mouse. A mouse tucked against the shadows of a corner. Mellow, calm and quiet. The silence in the dark just beneath the fear. Where rare soft smiles, no goodbyes and bleak death awates. That slight smile. Proof hes human after all as that smile doesn't reach his eyes Where did it go. That little ghost of conscience. I've only paid enough of my debt for sorrow to wait tell tomorrow. Whats goin' on down there. Down in the cellar where wallflowers bloom shying from the sun. The ones who have learned to dance beneath the moon. Beneath that small window of opportunity never given but taken. Helter skelter as it filters past the bars of an open mind and a closed soul. Where sorrows sung by that mouse whose found his voice at the bottom of a well where hells rhythm echos. All the while with every note in the bleak that little mouse found his song. From the open veins of a fleeting heart. Pages of a life barley lived torn from the pages of grey matter in the hopes to set him free to right the wrongs that cant be undone, only remembered. Time depends on the opinion of the one in a cage. Swift and fleet or endless to eternity. Tucked into that tight space of a corner there. In the mirror this mouse looks much like a bear. Time heals nothing. Its simply the forgetting and never the forgiving. Cant forgive what you no longer remember when you no longer remember the reasons. Yet just there beneath the surface. A tension you can taste. A taste of decrepit emotion, a grudge. And for a moment it will wake. To rise like the tide in rage to fall away. Back amongst the ocean. Or for him a mote of sorrow. A mouse sheds its skin. Anger swept beneath the rug for another day to clean away. Empathy barley registers for the sea of faces. Even the ones he can pick out from a crowd. Each true thought is in silence and rarely spoken aloud. Trust never given, only a wary truce amongst company where the only price is to pass the time. Haven't the voice to project thought aloud where men walk with eyes cast down to the ground. Each moment keeps pace with the scrolled notes he writes in the dark behind the lids of his eyes. He remembers nearly each laugh hes had. Each tear he's shed though none no longer come forth. There is no wall to tear down, no mask to remove. No lie to uncover. The story's he tells are in truth or a yarn he will tell you is simply in humor or a grotesque horror. Yet the mouse who had shed his skin has become much like the bear. Solitary, wondering. Content in his comforts of imagination, the written word weather the ones hes read or has written. Music that calls upon such emotion and sets his feet to motion. Love never lost as it has yet to truly be found. But he will know it when he cant escape it. This soul is not lost only forever wondering. No longer sorrow, anger or even the slightest shadow of a doubt keeps it weighted down. Know you may know my face. The sound of my voice, the sarcasm of my humor. The seriousness of my intent. But you will never know me even if we've shared a moment. I will forever be myself. The bear in spirit and hermit of mind though I walk amongst the shadows ...(read more)