its like in flight plan, where she stabs the guy in the throat with a ballpoint pen. only i am playing a passive role and getting cut up anyway.

last night i learned that the bend trains going north/south DO stop breifly in the bend area.

so down to k falls with a someone and then back up to portland with a no one.

i hate it.

the fbi assasinated filiberto ojeda rios.

jesus fucking christ.

these are the times i want to start a fucking civil war.

why is coming to terms with sepparation so rough and violent,
when the initial connection between two people moves flawlessly and gently?

frieght trains only carry you so far....

walking two steps back
falling over invisible wires,
looking for the plane ticket
but getting nowhere

he is gone
i am too.
only i am falling underneath the waves,
hes walking across the rolling waves
to where the ocean hugs south america.

drowning in the ripples
made by the imprints
of his toes and heel.

clumsy and silent
i sink underneath.

death is the sliver of light between the door and the frame ( Read more... )

im sorry ive been such a bitch.

im sorry i havent called.

im sorry i havent picked up the phone.

im sorry i gave up.

New Orleans?
Guatamala?
or portland like in the beginning?

my heart hurts.