Hi, my dearest LJ/only thing to talk to when it's 4am. Well it's not 4 yet, it's 3:46. And I guess I could talk to the awkward men on Nexopia.com who message me with, "Got a webcam?" and "Hey sexy what's keeping you up this late?" and I'm tempted to say, "Your face" but they might take it as a compliment..? I just got home. I worked from 6 to 11 ( Read more... )

I wrote this today, really hurriedly. I think that's important to tell you because my writing is different when I don't stop to edit. You might be able to tell that it is less negotiated and not trying as hard to make sense to the reader as it is simply making sense to myself.

Sand is the key to my heart. Sand, all sand, and water and sky. The ( Read more... )

I've had my LJ for way longer than 2 years but I used to delete all my entries when I got depressed about them. Now, my earliest entries are the best I've written. I was just checking them out.. the first entry is from Feb. 20, 2005. However brief, it is most memorable in that I wrote it after being informed of my friend's death. A few of the posts ( Read more... )

Love is just ink in some pen, it either gets used up or dries and cracks. Love is grass, one in four billion blades is missed by the mower. Delicate. I have been horribly in love, senseless and weak. Love came and took my breath and now I am finally getting it back. I'm breathing! We said we'd be together forever, but seemingly redesigned the word ( Read more... )

There's a mysterious hole in your door. It shouldn't be a mystery, but I don't know where it came from. I wasn't around when it happened. I'm assuming something happened and the hole didn't just appear. I found it one night when I came upstairs for water and some abundance of light crept from your room into the hallway. I never knew what the inside ( Read more... )

EEEEk!!
This entry was a poem called The Dexterous Feel
but it was about a girl who would know it was about her
as soon as she read it
and she doesn't know that I think and dream of her.

Goodnight!

white and blue ( Read more... )

I've stopped writing in my livejournal so much, as I am currently writing a shortstory-wannabe-novella-wannabe-novel. It is the hardest thing I have ever tried to do, harder than push-ups (which I have never been able to do.) The difference is that I've always wanted to write something and have it published, as opposed to my disinterest in push-ups ( Read more... )

I really miss Janelle. We used to hang out all the time, because we were practically the same. YC was amazing. I loved seeing her reaction when I showed up at her grandparents' house. I'll never forget the good times.

[Ace-bent coral doll, end. Fucking ghostly hiatus.
Inertia:
just kiss, lie, movement, notion.
OPEN POTION.
Quote renders silence, truth under violence
Whatever.. xxxx you.

zealous]