I spend the first few hours quietly reading. There is no music, there is no talking, there are no people. There is the noise of outside, the low murmur of thousands of people entering then exiting my life, unknown to them and unknown of me. I read. I do not read often, I do not read as much as I think I should, and it is harder these days to find ( Read more... )

When I go down, I go down on you

I feel like I am waking again. Difficulty sleeping.

I always felt beautiful and interesting awake, but it is so much easier to sleep.

Things broke last week. The broken is so, so alluring but I know it cannot remain unfixed forever. Things that don't get fixed are thrown out.

Unlimited supply begets unlimited demand ( Read more... )

Today ( Read more... )

Mending is never as fun as breaking ( Read more... )

Today I am balanced enough that I am seeking out the comfortable abyss of despair.

I want to still miss One, but I don't; today.

I want to still want Three, but I don't; today.

Like a mnemonic I conjure up that image in my head. Those eyes looking at me with a tenderness I've never seen in them, with that unspoken vulnerability of someone without barriers. My hand cradles her head from the side, thumb on cheek, and her hair falls over my fingers. It crawls out from my brain like a spider's nest in the spring, ( Read more... )

I have lost my soul several times over to a girl. Fallen, allowed myself to fall, relished both the feeling of wanting and not having. Addicted to the cycle.

On Thursday I found some cocktail glasses I'd gotten for last Christmas and never unpacked. The notion occurred to me that it would be pretty cool to be able to make cocktails on a whim, ( Read more... )

She briskly runs a hand up past my eyeline, "don't part your hair like that, you look like a geek."
"But, I am a geek ( Read more... )