Today's writer's block was amazingly apt ( Read more... )

Interestingly, the last two times I've somehow involved myself with a specific member of my four legends, it's tended to rain (trust me, for where I'm living and the distance of time between these two run ins, this is quite unusual). The first time I took it as a miserable omen. Now, well, although we always need the rain, I still don't see it as ( Read more... )

It's rarely been as happy or wonderful as I would've hoped, but it has been beautiful. The tapestry of my life has been woven with colors of possibly every emotion that exists, and not just once, but in rhythms, patterns, and waves. I can almost envision circular patterns of cool dark depressions, bright moments of hope, friendliness, and love; ( Read more... )

I have one extraordinary friend who I've witnessed time and again attempt to align her actions with her strict moral codes. I've never witnessed anyone live with so perfectly, or try so hard to live with, the moral codes they set up for themselves. (Note: A second friend is similar to this in one of her characteristic moral stylings, but at the ( Read more... )

It's funny how small things can leave a lone person feeling as though they've traveled a thousand miles in an afternoon. It's these moments when I feel profoundly changed and wonder if I can maintain the view indefinitely. Where I fail one day to maintain said feeling, I hope eventually to use the ever increasing occurences to fuel it. I feel ( Read more... )

It irks me to see people look at other people that I know and fail to see all of the person that I know is there. So often, we tend to break people down into what we've perceived once or what we want to perceive, and then regardless of who they truly are or what they've become, these individuals fail to realize just what really constitutes the ( Read more... )

Sunlight poured through my windshield as I kicked up dust on my way down one of the many roads beyond the edge of town. Work lay ahead, home lay behind, and soon, come the end of the summer of 2004, I'd live the happiest experiences of my life. There was a warmth and a rightness that summer that I've rarely been able to recapture since at least ( Read more... )

Fingers split and bled, as Allistair reached a shaking hand into another edge: another space to grip on his steady climb up the black spire. It glinted like obsidian, baking him as sunlight radiated off it. Beads of sweat trailed down his forhead, running through the crags of worn and battered face ( Read more... )

"Middleman ( Read more... )

I really want to write something here.