Today, I triumphed over evil in a gamble for life and death on the literally storming seas. We scrambled and chased, and screamed and panicked. But in the end, all that is decent and good prevailed.

And I walked away with a Murder Afloat totebag.

Today, I said, "I love you,"
Let it blow into the breeze.

Tomorrow, I'll hear, "I love you, too;"
Let love find me in ghostly whispers.

Only in the darkness,
In the secret,
Subtle,
Implied words
Can I find love.

Longing gazes,
Longer touches...

The poisonous phrases of friendship
Freeze us firmly into place.

Today, I sang a song of hope and glory and love and faith, only to find that I had lost my voice. So instead, I settled  for merely mouthing along with the words, and that was good enough for me.

Today, I dreampt of a child. One that had fallen, and couldn't, wouldn't, climb back up. He'd been so beaten down, so bitter, so jaded. A child! One that hadn't yet lived, and yet had lived too much, too long for someone so young. I dreampt that he needed me. I dreampt that he begged to me. I dreampt that he couldn't, that he wouldn't, but that he ( Read more... )

Today, I forged through my day with every ounce of strength I could spare. I toiled, and tasted, and tested, and finally tumbled, fatigued, into my house to find comfort, and family, and what's so easily known.

Today, I found love. Love in a moth that flew in my door and lived on my floor and died by my side. Smeared across the sheets like so many specs of dirt. Its faltering flight is a search for light, and a metaphor for human life. Like us, another will come and another will go, over and over, night after night, in their communal search for something ( Read more... )