haven't spoken to you in a while. i've been lost in transition. forgive this position that finds me, for i am a winter child and the season takes me under before i know it i'm knee deep in snow. it gets cold here. voyagers can tread no more. do not tread where you are not feared. i came up with that. i thought it was profound, but now i just laugh ( Read more... )

The year is drawing to a close ( Read more... )

high heels click across linoleum ( Read more... )

it is friday. i've been sick now for a week and i am tired. the doctors say "no cigarettes." i'm trying to be good.

stepped out into the cold gray colored sky and felt as though i could melt. i'm the poster girl of this emotion that owns me- and "i'm sending out this signal here, i hope you can pick up loud and clear". oh, dear, please clear away the static that is between us. i wanted to go to you last night, i saw your light on, my heart hurt to look. in my ( Read more... )

i slept the day away and i don't feel bad about it. my body said, "no more. no more" and i had no other choice but to obey. now, i can't sleep and i have a reading on thursday. listening to bob dylan- "i know a place where summer is still going on," he sings right to me. winter makes a home and stays comfortably close. my writing really sucks ( Read more... )

Your Daily Horoscope for December 2 ( Read more... )

here i go agian. reinvention is overrated, i think today. i've grown tired of the changing- i want my roots to reach far, far, far into the earth. i want to be unshaken. love and time are not friends and i wonder how many times i will have to relearn this. winter feels colder than ever but there's a warm spot when i think about raven. raven. i ( Read more... )

november is gone, december drops itself off on my doorsteps. the hospital lights- white light- serile floors- the white jackets-you doped up on painkillers looking like a watercolor painting. they carried you off, i said goodbye, for i knew it would be a while till i saw you agian. i didn't cry until i saw you disappearing down the hall, the ( Read more... )

how strange this all is. my ex and you- hanging out like old frineds-talking and doing shots. i retreat to this- it makes sense here. the words, the unchanging, but evolving all the same. no need for introductions this time. the bridge that connects us all is a lovely sight.