I'm seriously considering this as my next big work of art. I feel like this is one of the pivotal moments in my development as an individual, and I'd like to document that experience somehow. Maybe as a series. I think a short film documenting my journey is also in order.

Gone. Gone, gone, gone. Gone home on the wings of french angels...

What now? What will keep me here in this swamp? Why not spread my own wings next week, next month?

This city is cold and lonely tonight.

My life is filled with people who love me very much, I feel whole and complete.

Thank you, all of you!

There is an elephant in this room.

"Thanks for everything" he said, "I'm glad that we don't have a 'final goodbye'."

"May our only final goodbye be from a wooden box" I replied, smiling at the memories of 'everything.'

I hope this is the beginning of a very long friendship indeed...

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All my life growing up I was told that "you're going to be a real heartbreaker," yet I never really understood what that meant. At family gatherings my relatives would speculate that the "girls will really be chasing you," which didn't really have any meaning to me at the time ( Read more... )

I like spending time with her, and I know she enjoys seeing me, but I feel bad when I am there to help her with her work and really I am keeping her from it ( Read more... )