Just because it's weird not to have this in my journal (since basically everything else I've ever written is):

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i.  do you love?

shhh. enough to paddle rafts across atlantic oceans
to brush fingers.
                             don't speak.

for this, I forsake my own centuries, chronologically absent
of you. I was there dragging pyramids from ( Read more... )

A compass, so I can always find my way home, and a key, to open the door.

<3

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Slowly (it's uphill anywhere but here.)By now, I've counted three-hundred sidewalk ( Read more... )

01. She said

we are dying, when freedom comes in a
flood of tears, and I
can hear it in the knowledge that it is harder
to miss you quietly.

Okay, Stephanie. What are you not happy with?It's what I find myself asking, now. If you know what's wrong, you can deal with it; if you know what's upsetting you, you can rationalise your feelings, and address them appropriately. I need every measure of help I can get ( Read more... )

God, I feel like shit. I feel physically ill, and I don't know if it's because I'm emotionally a mess, or if I'm actually coming down with something. I feel like I'm going to throw up if I say anything, and I want to curl up on the bathroom floor and cry. I don't want to go to sleep, and I don't want to get up in the morning, and I don't want to ( Read more... )

I confess: I need to stop taking things you say seriously from the start. It's a habit that comes with its own consequences, as somehow, it always hurts a little bit to realise. I confess, when you called from Switzerland to ask me to travel with you, I said yes and started figuring out how I could make it work. And then I realised I could, I ( Read more... )

I know what I'm getting tattooed, and where, and why.

But I'm not going to tell. I'll send you on a treasure hunt once its done, and you can just see for yourself.

(If I can do this all right, there's another one I want... but I'm waiting awhile. It's bigger, and it means a lot more, but I don't know if I'm ready for it just yet.)

Red yellow blue green turn page.Suppose I say to you: we clutch at colour with untidy desperation ( Read more... )

So, I fell asleep in the sun today after work. Woke up a couple hours later, stumbled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and thought, "HELLO, I'm Irish ( Read more... )