Fingers of moon stretch across my bed
To pick my lovers soul to the bone.
The body may breathe but the heart is dead
When the dreams you dream are not your own.

Seas of hungry shadows that will never be fed,
My childhood daemons are all big and grown.
I can craft a universe inside of my head,
But the dreams I dream are not my own.

So. Do I do what I want, or what I feel like I should?

Growing older is a strange thing. Now that I've stated the obvious, I suppose I should expound. I don't feel like I'm about to be 32. But what's more, I don't really FEEL any age. I know I'm not 19. I know I'm not 50. But at some point today I'm sure I will think that I'm one, the other, or both.

I understand why my mother (who is 53) acts like ( Read more... )

Once you die, nothing is about you anymore. Not even your funeral.

So, the engineer I was dating dumped me about two weeks ago. His reasons were the most trivial things I have ever heard, so I asked him to tell me about his last serious relationship. When he asked me to define serious, I knew it was a sign. He then confirmed my suspicions that he never had one, unless you count the one time he talked on the phone ( Read more... )

It's the little things you notice; the skin over your knees seeming a little more loose, the lines in the crease of your elbow a little more pronounced, cheeks sagging a bit. The curse of getting old. You're so much wiser, but so much less respected. The back of your hand looks more like a desert while the back of your mind is more like an ( Read more... )

I've been fingering through these pages, fumbling through my thoughts. I've been finding my truths again, only to discover that they were simply words. I've found myself, staring blankly back at me. She's numb, looking at me with own empty eyes, smiling at me with my own sad lips. She knows I did not keep my word. She knows we're both dying. The ( Read more... )

Or is it shallow? Perhaps both ( Read more... )

I'm wishing I hadn't left all of my journals in a box in Rome. I'm wishing I hadn't left a lot of things, but at the moment, those take the cake.

I'm also starting to think scientific research isn't for me. I had entertained the notion at one point or another. Not so much now.

This city is pretty amazing.

Only having one season of Firefly to watch sucks.