Tonight was forecasted to be a difficult night. It was the night, one year ago, I’d return to work after the fateful morning of April 24th when I could not deny what had happened. A part of my innocence was extracted, and that night a year ago, another brick was removed from my foundation of chastity. And Aaron was convinced if things didn’t change ( Read more... )

I didn’t notice the road noise. The road didn’t notice me. The trip seemed just as long going as it did coming. Maybe it was part dread of returning “home”; we were devoid of that eagerness to feel one’s own sheets, nestle into our own pillows, feel our own carpet beneath our feet. Maybe what we felt on vacation was, in fact, “home”, and our “ ( Read more... )

The bed was foreign but comforting. A secondary home I had never imagined. The stillness that I no longer thought existed was here in abundance, blanketing the room with a tranquility that rippled with each of his breaths that pet my shoulder. The half-light of dawn encroached on peace that I thought I could only feel at night. I wasn’t here a year ( Read more... )

“This window ledge is perfect for my beer.”

“This sill is perfect for my arms.” I sidled next to him, enjoying the breeze that swathed past us to glide through the apartment. “Hrm, it is perfect for your can. Mine, too ( Read more... )

“It’s vacation; that’s why we feel no reliance on it.” Aaron smiled, this sweet, little boy smile he would do whenever the reality set in. Reality was standing, holding hands, staring out the windows of our soul out the windows of the studio apartment. The reality was unreal. The tight, warm heat filling my chest; the goosebumps crawling up and ( Read more... )

Christians surrender vices for Lent in observance of the sacrifice Christ was to make 40 days from the day of His crucifixion. It's also associated with harvestime and there being a 40 day period between two harvests (I forget which ( Read more... )

Something's happening and I'm scared. Scared because I'm scared of everything, at least once. I haven't read my FList in a few weeks and I'm afraid to try catching up now while I'm on vacation in Hawaii. My life has been too weird to recount, but ( Read more... )

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I have words that can hurt you. Words and knowledge I could belay upon your brain that would crush that part of your heart in which I reside. It would bash the pretty glass of every picture frame of still-life mental memory imagery. The information would peel and scrape the paint away of rose-tinted hope, worn away as if by the frustrated scraping ( Read more... )

You will never understand the symbolism in this video, my prince, like I do, but in this fashion, I'll be comforted in the fact knowing I tried to convey it.