you.

even as i try to push you so far into a corner that your only choice is fuck you and goodbye, you tell me--you are precious to me

and how many explanations are there? how many i'm-sorrys? how many ways for me to avoid the it's not you, it's me cliche'?

and yes, i know that none of them are needed or wanted, but god-damn...
just to have a reason ( Read more... )

have you ever wanted someone to turn you inside out?
to let them peel back the exterior until your soul is bared?

and then the breeze on said soul,
as cool & wonderful as on eyelids...

i get cold so easily

your fingertips spread light even when you are hurting, he said. it's quite a talent.

wow

i'm listening

it's so very quiet
and i could hear a pin drop
i could hear a fucking pin

my background music for the past couple of days has been my heartbeat in my ears, in time to the throbbing of a headache i haven't been able to shake. finally i gave in and tried some pain medicine--two quick dissolve type things ( Read more... )

second international freedom festival and oh, the things/people/music to do/see/hear...

all in a day that's been led up to by almost 11,000 others

still vivid in my mind's eye...

oldest friend moving away (farther away)
sadly, i've not seen him in so long and now the distance that has served as my excuse is increasing by more than i care to imagine ( Read more... )

three weeks of rain and now sun.

sun to warm my skin (pulling it, it seems, tighter to me)

and cause my eyes that have grown unaccustomed, to tear.

a day made for wandering about in the sun, looking for mushrooms, ladybugs and interesting cracks in the sidewalk.

instead, i've spent my day gazing down at it all from the balcony ( Read more... )

TRICK OR TREAT

i was going with something pond-ish...
silk or plastic lily pads and much flow, but it would likely get caught up at work.
so, i'm going back a few years...
i will be angst.i will be plaid and fishnets with big boots and tin stars in my hair ( Read more... )

today is one of those days that would have you believe that our round earth is kept inside a square box...
the clouds, looking up, seem flat on the bottom--like they're resting atop our lid.
how cool to be outside that box looking in

one is in a box with an address, one near a box with the address on an envelope inside the box and the last under my bed. it is not for me, but the thoughts and feelings that went into it are something that i'm not willing to part with right now. the box for this one sits, in my closet, atop a suitcase never unpacked. i think that maybe, even ( Read more... )