He said "bring it again to me tomorrow." But my arms were heavy. My knees would buckle, I knew. There were too many miles between he and I. The water always spilled. I never really felt bad, though - saddened I suppose. I watched the water hit the needy earth and be absorbed so suddenly, it was the only time I noticed the ground. I felt alien on my ( Read more... )

know how to subdue it. And I am practicing a new life every day to ( Read more... )

I love you. It's fucking out cold, right? I can't sleep. I've got the ( Read more... )

The Four Forms of the Quadrivium ( Read more... )

ellen, the one thing that would be of any use to me right now would be ( Read more... )

Right now, it's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know ( Read more... )

Earlier tonight, I opened the bathroom window a tiny bit and noticed ( Read more... )

A co-worker recently said that they were worried that if they bought new biking gear that they would "start an arms race" and re-iterated that thought the following week. It's a certain kind of narcissism that informs someone that others around them only react, rather than act in accordance with what they themselves want or do not want.

In everything but silence I have avoided thoughts ( Read more... )

Let's not waste time in expressing ourselves ( Read more... )