I'm Walking ( Read more... )

He couldn't pinpoint what prompted to be born at this time and in this place. It just happened and he was not cognizant of it. Nor could he tell you the specific details in his life that led him to New York ( Read more... )

I feel like what I am to write has been written before, not hear but pasted and and so within the archives of this journal ( Read more... )

I could feel the rain on my back as I biked down the bike paths and up the streets. The trees whistled by and not a soul in sight. The tears mingled with the rain, a strange salty sweet in my mouth ( Read more... )

Today was rather weird. . . after Brendan's share I watched him cry. And I didn't know what to do to help him. I was afraid he was crying because he felt bad for ditching me. Though I know that is silly. . . my mind is playing tricks on me, I think. But I felt his eyes staring at me when he was crying and so I wondered. I am scared, sometimes, I ( Read more... )

I gave up faith in God a long time ago. Now he's here with me again and I couldn't be happier.

He felt the cool calm, the evening wind. The next several blocks were under the same silent spell ( Read more... )

My mind is completely clear. I do have concerns but they are slight and brief compared to the absolute total calm. It is difficult to decide if this is related to my infusion or simply me energy from quitting drink. I believe it is definitely a combination. The long term affects won't resolve until a week or so from now. But it is obvious to me, ( Read more... )

I dreamed about her again on the subway while sleeping through the noise. I dreamed she was comfortable next to me and enjoyed me in her arms. We made a home away from home. A warmth that I haven't felt in three years ( Read more... )

I've been pushing myself over and over again to get going on this novel idea and it hasn't been working. If anything it has burnt me out to the whole idea. I am itching to write so I thought it might help to create a short story.

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