68 degrees inside
pressing together
hot coffee
hot tea

jackolanterns glow outside
places among the mums
white
yellow
burgundy
orange
the Fall medley

the Fall

the introduction

There are train tracks outside my window ( Read more... )

What a fantastic, beautiful relief it is to know that there is an end to everything ( Read more... )

I don't even know you, but you draw the bile from my innards up to the back of my mouth. And you know what? That taste? That taste that I taste in the back of my throat is you. I've met you, maybe twice. You know you're beautiful. You know that by a standard. I want to make you realize that all you are is standard. Good-looking because people don't ( Read more... )

Wow ( Read more... )

I like you in my bed. I don't care anymore about being next to the wall. You make it less confined somehow, and you're the first person I would rather hold because I want to make sure when I wake up in sporadics that you're still there - being held. By me.

It's been a while since we argued, blamed, took responsibility, avoided responsibility. It's been a while since I called. It's been longer since you called. I've done my homework. Done my reading. I don't know what to say to you or if I should say anything because words are useless with you and actions have lost the i.o.n.s. I've always felt that ( Read more... )

I think I may drive to Columbia on Saturday and go to church with my parents. There's an absence somewhere. I don't know if it's where God should be, but at this point I'm up for a little trial and error. Hopefully less error than trial. There needs to be something new and promising in my days ahead because I feel a little shriveled. I'm more ( Read more... )

I want to be enough instead of feeling so insufficient. I'm afraid I've forgotten how to be enough even to myself because I find that I'm continually disappointed with everything I seem to be lacking. I want to be enough for myself, but also those I love. I want the little things and the bigs things I do to be enough to make up for the little ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish we all weren't so different. That we agreed on more than we disagreed on, and that our views on what is a real friendship, relationship, enemy-ship coincided more closely. I want not to feel like I expect too much, or that others expect too much of me. I want not to be a slave to my own weaknesses or to others'. I want my ( Read more... )