( Something I need to get off of my chest )

I'm so much of myself again that parts of me have disappeared. I wonder whether they'll come back. I wonder if I've lost them.

I'm alive. I'm so alive that I don't even have to check.

Try to have me now.

I want to scream her name until my throat hurts.

I want to run to the ends of the earth.

I went fishing and I caught myself reacting to daily life fifteen years in the future.  (God, I've missed my future)

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Her eyes on my lips.  Her hands on my stomach.  Her head on my chest.  Her voice.  Her breath.  Her.  Her.  Her.

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Things are sticking together.  The world is falling apart around me and I'm standing here, arms out, catching the bits and sticking them together, just so. I feel a bit numb, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. They swirl around against the glass, but I think I'll bury it in the sand way down near my liver to wait for me.

I'm slipping.

I barely got through the night. I just wanted to stay up until ten when the store opens.

It was everything I could do to keep from breaking something, from going somewhere, and if I met him tonight I would have taken him up on it, seen where he would take me, what I could do.

I want to talk to you, to tell you everything there is ( Read more... )

you - I need consistancy. Even if that means goodbye ( Read more... )

BILL! (Snake Charmer)

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Alright, here goes...

*jumps*

I went to the lake.  It was wonderful and beautiful and I was so happy I laughed out loud.  I needed to get back there.

So I shot the rifle and walked outside and set up my bait and for the first time in forever, I felt relaxed and happy and whole and almost free.

This is the best Sunday I can remember in a long time.

I just got my hair cut.  I love getting my hair cut.  I should do it more than twice a year...

The beautiful girl from across the way found me and asked me to come out for dim sum.  She's all lesbian chic and I want to talk to her over an orange coloured martini.

I'm feeling edgy.  I want to move.