you might tell me i went the wrong way. you might say i missed my exit and drove into trenton like it was a mistake. you might say that's not west, and right here isn't where i'm supposed to be. but i can assure you, as her heavy eyes carried her safely into dreams, and my heavy eyes fought with me until i gave in and pulled over in a small town ( Read more... )

i haven't been inspired to write lately. no, inspiration is all around me. in fact, in plentiful amounts. but there's something about me being so enmeshed and savoring every moment that makes me think others will want to punch me in the face. misery produces great writing; being in love produces great living ( Read more... )

she's sleeping in my bed, with heavy sighs filling the room. i'm waiting for the moment to be wrapped in her. but for now, i'll continue to run around the house completing valentine's day surprises.

i meet her family this weekend.

i'm so in love with her that i want to cry.

she leans forward, elbows on her knees, tilts her head to the side and whispers a smile. in that single moment, i am hers. intimidated and intrigued, i am hers. and with the sign of the first laugh, i am hers entirely ( Read more... )

disgustingly happy.

there's a russian woman that i work for named olgie. she lives just up the street. she has a very old dog that takes 50 minutes to walk around the block, and occassionally i walk him. and, she's friends with mrs. thompson ( Read more... )

i just spent about three hours of my life looking through old photos and letters from elementary school, and then abusing facebook to search for the individuals that i remember. it's ridiculous, and i absolutely loved it!

frail and fragile, her words slice directly into fears and realities. i'm old and i can't do anything. i already opened my big mouth once and got in trouble. and they take care of me, both of them. i can't do anything. i need them. i'm old. and her confusion and curiousity quivered, shaking her human. she knows nothing except what is right ( Read more... )

Seven Things to Do Before I Die ( Read more... )

you tell me i'm being insensitive. i'm the arrogant one. i'm the one who can't compromise. you say that i'm rubbing my sexuality in your face. fuck off dad. you don't know what it's like to go home and have your mother shoot you glares of hate. you don't know what it's like to feel ashamed of who you are. you don't know what it's like to see ( Read more... )