I ask myself

“Can I conceive how much of me has changed in such a short time?”

No, not yet; and I wonder when I will catch up with myself.

My name is , I am , and I ( Read more... )

Also known as "The Boy With the Frog on His Forehead"

”All you have to do is open your eyes.”

In black and white halls
Where walls shift their shapes
Translucent drapes line the shell ( Read more... )

…The TV’s still on… The worst X-Mas specials I’ve ever seen in my entire time as a screen watcher… I spent the night sprawled out on the bed with my clothes on, lights left on. The static hum heard and it’s invasion, although the television is muted, has pierced my mind from nightfall to daybreak. My hair’s a mess, but it still looks good. Then I ( Read more... )

Everyone is you and you’re just like the rest of them. All living under the same roof, enjoying the same things, loving the same people. Because that déjà vu you got two nights ago standing in the doorway of that abandoned house wasn’t a tweak in the mind to be ignored. You were once in there, your life was once confined and being absorbed by those ( Read more... )

Two nights ago, some kind of kaleidoscope turned slowly in the sky above my house. Those twirling greens and reds used as bricks in some walls plastered black with dots of white, dots of light, just above my ceiling, above the roof, above my head, and it had perfect timing. I had let my work wait too long, so I was watching movies for analyzing and ( Read more... )

The little black car that my mother drives around is perfect for her, she says it fits her. I believe it, just because I can't fit into it. My knees stick up to the glove compartment, and I usually need to stretch out to make some room for myself. I've been told that I should be learning how to drive, and I still don't really want to; I've been ( Read more... )

Astrology is, by far, one of the strangest things I have ever come into contact with in my life. On the day I was read my first horoscope when I was young, everything in that's day predictions was completely accurate. In fact, whenever I did pick up a newspaper, it's so I can check some Bohemian's recommendations on how I should be feeling for the ( Read more... )

It’s one of those surreal nights. Where the people you see don’t feel the same, the places you go don’t feel the same, and what you feel isn’t the same. They’re just simply existent, but it’s all completely beside you and you can’t seem to make sense of it. It’s a kind of imaginary state of mind. You get these very small twitches of realism, and ( Read more... )

Upon entering, silence ensues. The cliché begins. Rain begins to pour as the iron wrought gates close behind you, and you stare down the endless rows of stone, engraves with names of people you've never known, people you do know, and people you wish you knew better. Some stones lay flat on the ground while others tower above you. Is it really ( Read more... )

Her lips.Lipstick on a sheet of paper. They are painted ruby-red, and quiver with tension and longing. They remind of a beautiful and seductive butterfly, one that you can chase in fields, full of rapture, for the longest time. How long can you remain? For as long as you wish to stay. Stay where? Wherever you wish, as long as those lips can be ( Read more... )