Dan came home angry the other day. Not at me (we're as far away from that old dynamic as can be), but the world. Injustice. Stupidity. Inconsideration. He yelled for over an hour, slammed things down, denounced his (and, in fact, all) life. People are dying because of a few pigs' greed, ignorance is inhibiting empathy, the world is ending. He hates ( Read more... )

this boy's got me aswoon like scarlett o'hara. i get chills as i blush, i giggle inappropriately and get far too close to actively drooling ( Read more... )

Drifting now,
I've wet the bed
with tears, a symphony;
the highs and lows
flow,
relentless,
calming.
I'm not depressed, darling.
I'm very impressed
with this discordant harmony.
I was always surprised
that you loved me.

~

How is fire not alive?
It breathes, it moves,
it grows when fed.
We are all pyrocidal,
in our red wet hearts.

i am so glad i've been doing meditation lately. these breathing exercises and mudras have been really invaluable in the seemingly endless moments of stress that keep engulfing me ( Read more... )

i told him to go to the party. i was surprised i was even invited (by his friend). told him i shouldn't get in the way of his having fun ( Read more... )

never more alone as in the sober mornings, the ego-burst of drunken comfort and friendly reassurances replaced by that fierce fucking Fear. Fear of what? not the unknown ( Read more... )

my equinox was excellent ( Read more... )

i met saul williams, and it was all i could do not to melt into a giddy soul-puddle. i must have asked for three or four hugs--i was taking brief breaths of his energy in lieu of trying to form words/appear sane. he was the perfect balance of light and dark, confidence and humility, calm and passion. he had come from a poetry reading at the white ( Read more... )

A circle is just a spiral when viewed from above ( Read more... )

no one wants to read dreams, but i need to try and remember this feeling. building houses out of cardboard, with what must have been a class of other ppl (college? high school?). rainn wilson was there, his house fkn owned of course (he went the flat-top route instead of the easier church-slope roof). i left and came back, and my house was no ( Read more... )