"I think of no one anymore. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing. I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately."

I don't sleep anymore. I've fallen in love with Jeff Buckley's music, again.

So it goes.

I sit alone in a diner. The grill sizzles ( Read more... )

i took my morning walk i took my evening walk i ate something i thought about something i wrote something i napped and dreamt something too and with all that something i still have nothing because so much of sum'things has always been and always will be you

I desperately want to be at the ocean.

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