En-VEL-ope. EN-vel-ope. Each evoking such drastically different sentiments. One of warmth and comfort, the other, business and pomp and circumstance ( Read more... )

I have come to manufacture pain out of pretty-sounding words and phrases. I take the discontent in which I indulge and package it into something far deeper ( Read more... )

"I'm evolving in a vacuum," she muttered to herself. But she knew it wasn't quite so dramatic. It never is. A delicate dance of words ensnaring her reality would perhaps be a more apt description. She found that she couldn't help but look at strangers with uncalled-for warmth. The man wearing the baseball tee, the roguish boy and his delicate ( Read more... )

She woke from having dreamt of his son. A precocious little child, just as he must have been, dressed in a yellow polo shirt and khaki shorts. In her dream, she realized the futility of continuing to pine for the father, and instead poured all her love into the boy. The elder would periodically walk into the room where they were playing, and she ( Read more... )

 After an evening excusion, I returned home feeling incredibly elated and content. I had no idea why, but suddenly all the anxieties and worries that I had been turning about in my mind for the last couple of weeks dissipated. For the time being, I was exactly where I needed to be, and I ceased to struggle. The need for approval, for love, to make ( Read more... )

I wonder how many people exist in relationships in which they reside in their own private fantasy, and all external happenings are somehow transformed and reinterpreted to fit their notion of what they would like the relationship to be. This is probably completely vague, but I can't give any specific instances.

The only example that remotely comes ( Read more... )

Arrived in DC last night after my flight was canceled. By the time we drove to the hotel, I unpacked and repacked and showered and attempted to dry my hair, it was already 1am. I laid in bed for a long time, unable to sleep ( Read more... )

Yes, you, my dear APE compadres, and other livejournal companions. All of our lives, we have been told that literature holds great power, that it illuminates the human condition, that it elevates the spirit, and all sorts of other amazing, wonderful things.

Do you find that it has done so, in your life?

Can you think of time when a work of fiction ( Read more... )

I had my first lucid dream this morning. It was pathetically short-lived, and came at the end of a very confusing and not lucid dream ( Read more... )

Staying up late for absolutely no reason at all, except an irrational conviction that something ought to be happening. Anything at all. Something that will make me cry my eyes out and puke my guts out.

That sounds awful. I think I feel like this any time I have to be home with nothing much to do for more than a couple of days. Come to think of it, ( Read more... )