I can't really explain why I haven't been here for 3 and a half months. Maybe during this time I have lost my thirst for writing, or maybe during this time real life has consumed me. I used to think that allowing imagination to consume you was unhealthy but looks like neither extreme is desirable. I have to thank the 2 people who left comments ( Read more... )

Writing sucks me dry, until I am compact, a vacuum as I have said, small and short of breath. Then again, I was always a good runner, creating speed as I step on the red sponge going around in circles. Little stars blinking in the ground, creamy lining adding icing to the cake. I cannot run unless I want to, and I cannot write when forced ( Read more... )

I do not like to divorce myself from the real world, but sometimes it is necessary ( Read more... )

I count my life in dreams. Dublin, sail home with me, and I will show you what green truly is. Amsterdam, ride on my back, and I'll pluck tulips for you in the wind. Bordeaux, step into my arms and I'll crush your grapes with my toes. Take me with you, world, and tuck me into your crevices ( Read more... )