today was melancholy. just the knowledge and admission that it would be nice if things had worked out, and that they didn't. it's tough. i wanted to share today with someone and jon felt the same so we took a bike ride and it was beautiful. and it was private too, me inside my head. but he is a good person to explore with, very brave and ( Read more... )

Time ( Read more... )

i've been wrting all day and none of it is useable ( Read more... )

Now blue October, smoky in the sun ( Read more... )

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky turned from gray
Into blue
It was a good friday
The streets were open and empty
No more passion play
On st. Nicholas avenue
I believe in st. Nicholas
Its a different type of santa claus

I don’t know why I make things. The world seems overfull to me. I’m often stuffed. It’s a weird thing to say because I’m also hungry. Hungry for meaning. I’d like a simple answer or a single reason for living. I have often backed away from life, confusing distance for clarity and perspective. But it is impossible to live, to make, when I am apart ( Read more... )

it's so weird, i finally got to the point where i don't care too much what anyone does, so long as they tell me they like me.

how am i ever going to let go of things?

so many ups and downs lately. i defer to popular music (which is really, really lovely ( Read more... )

an emphasis on pain is an emphasis on self ( Read more... )

i am fundamentally alone ( Read more... )