Is it right to comfort?  I mean, other people's tragedies bring out this urge to cover the evil of the world, to say such overly genuine things like "but there is Goodness too."  But what do I know?  He's an abuser, she's plagued by demons, she sabotages her friends, he lies...  and I don't know that any of the joy outweighs that.

I can't take any ( Read more... )

I used to procrastinate with LJ. I'm not sure how or why that changed for me. Reluctance probably came from fear, self-loathing, the normal things I'm sure. But I should write ( Read more... )

the second dawn comes more slowly, blue gently pushing aside gray. The clouds begin to have definition, the skyline emerges into the city, the birds swoop and hover, searching ( Read more... )

today the sun finally pierced through. After days of grey, it pierces finally ( Read more... )

I wonder, if there were words enough, words precise enough, could I pin it all down? Could I show you her? Or better yet, could I see this for what it really is? Could I describe and, by describing, know it ( Read more... )

Dead seems like such a flat, dull word to express this kind of quiet loss ( Read more... )

In this cluster of familiar mismatched furniture, overlaid with patterned cloths, the windows, the endless grey cement, a place i've almost lived in. I remember the strange light of morning after that dark trip to the harsh brightness of a hospital and I had finally found a place to calm my mind and had fallen asleep, hidden in the corner on that ( Read more... )

There's nothing to be done. They are so heavy that I'm worried they will tear out the dry wall. What do I do with these two beatiful windows? Such a waste. They are just so COOL. Damn. DAMN.

fall is coming. it's warm, but bits of orange, brown, red pierce the green. the crow screams, flat and harsh ( Read more... )

i'll post more lyrics ( Read more... )