something worth anything or nothing at all.

there exists this unique
exchange of words
in the space of silence
between you & i

i've kept too much passion inside,
stifled by the cotton
of this pale-weak smile.

yeah. we met the man, but the more i read, the more i hear, & the more i recall him, i understand that he is only human. we all are only human.

i have been given this day to use as i will. i can waste it or use it for good. what i choose to do is important, because i am exchanging a day of my life for it.

-unknown.

& we escape to the closet to find privacy. to be alone.

you presume that you know, but you really don't. don't be discouraged though; things happen when you're ready.

& i fell in you, to drown in you, to suffocate, & yet breathe. finally.

I just spent twenty or thirty minutes sifting through my photobox that I brought from home. Nostalgia is a bitch, but helpful concerning essays. I found pictures of downtown 'fieldtrips' that Gina, Tonya, Cassy, Raven, and I went on. I found pictures of Westchester's courtyard with everyone around the lunch table. I found photos of my sixteenth ( Read more... )

don't you find it odd that in that single moment you think you could be normal, you only find that it is an impossibility.