"where are you going? where are going? can you take me with you? For my hand is cold, and needs warmth. Where are you going? Far beyond where the horizon lies, where the horizon lies, and the land slips into...yellow blueness oh please, take me with you. Let me skip the road with you, I can dare myself. I can dare myself ( Read more... )

My heart hurts. Make it stop.

I'm starting to feel faded in these unyielding, unalterable days. I've been thinking about hedwig some and the invisible other half that I just can't seem to close my arms around. "Rain falls, Heart burns, try to dream- of a song...that hits your sore heart.." I need to get a tattoo ( Read more... )

I was lying in bed this morning, wide awake (and exhausted, and smiling, and perfectly still) at 7am or so, not watching the sleeper next to me but rather listening to the wind outside (recklessly combating my window panes) war with his unfamiliar breathing. "I like where you sleep...here ( Read more... )

So- I may have done something profoundly foolish tonight. That's being dramatic. I should just say that I suck at staying in touch, but I suck even more at cutting people off. And I was doing really well in this particular case, but tonight I fell back into losing at that game. And it wasn't a big deal- and I don't even feel any way about it. ( Read more... )

Let fall a stocking ( Read more... )

The problem with gmail and its infinite space is that you can archive things you might be better off deleting ( Read more... )

and some things just never change ( Read more... )

I'm feeling something of cities rising in me. And that younger person (the one that secrets away in all of us) has begun to blink and stretch...to peer around my piercings...and make a nuisance of herself. Or maybe himself. Generally my immaturities are more masculine. Because they have to do with things like touch and torment. But I sleep ( Read more... )