Every human encounter is a singular occasion that can, and will, never recur again exactly.

The heart is something fierce.

Ferocious, even.

We are backwards and we are forewards and I think this time I have to snip the cord ( Read more... )

If you write 3.14 on a piece of paper and hold it in a mirror, it will say pie.

Whoa. My mind is blown.

What if I said the meaning of life and the meaning of love are identical?

Just when I was starting to believe that I had reached the plateau age of life (that is, when you find that you can converse comfortably with the middle aged about your common woes, i.e. relationships, ill health and taxes), I find myself thrust back into the realization that I am still a kid; that I am still making mistakes, that my life goals are ( Read more... )

I guess, like you said, I never quite learned my lesson about bricks and glass houses ( Read more... )

Remember when you used to go out every night and you felt like you knew everyone? Now you think about people you used to hug comfortably and wonder if they remember your name. It's the thing about bowing out; the world just keeps going. By nature, things gravitate from areas of high occupancy to areas of low; the space you leave will inevitably be

I hate when my eyes are finally opened to an opportunity,
right as the door is closing on it.

Off-kilter is the finest way to describe how I feel as of late, staring out the window anxious for the winter weather to break.