I could kill you ( Read more... )

Angel Eyes ( Read more... )

It craves, and never satiates ( Read more... )

Is it mere coincidence that in reading through the philosophy of kundalini yoga, derived from the Indian word kundal, or "lock of hair from the beloved", I find a strand of your hair among my clothes. I wonder sometimes if fate and destiny, provided they exist, enjoy the subtle ironies of life as they unfold. That the "divine font" as it were, of ( Read more... )

I sit here now, seeking to change that which I once believed, and wonder, what will be left when I am done? If the blaze reduces everything to ashes, am I then left with nothing but ashes to rebuild from? All it would take is a little flurry, a small eddy, and suddenly, its gone. How very fragile. I wonder how it's lasted this long...

I step outside and the cold bites my skin ( Read more... )

It's not often that I get to enjoy a simple apple pie. Whether it's by chance that stores run short of this staple American dessert when I come home or by choice--my own typically draconian dietary standards usually exclude such morsels--I find myself bereft of this dessert. Thus, when given the opportunity to enjoy it properly, I tend to savor ( Read more... )

"Running Away"

I don't want you to give it all up ( Read more... )

Life is cruel, bitter-
sweet, rarely do ends ever meet;
But ever will it go.

Dammit, this year has been completely capricious. Things start looking up, y'know, weather warms up, some potential sparks in the air, got a job for the summer, Mom just got hired...and then BAMM! (Emeril style) You're being judicially referred for Breaking and Entering, BAMM! (kick it up a notch) You've been rejected for RA position, and BAAMM ( Read more... )