I am afraid of time. The way it passes and the ways in which it does not. There are a few moments, largely meaningless to the other players in them, that I am always living in; they never get very far from me and I have found I can keep the people that I love as I love them, and remember myself as I was, rather than who they and I have come to be, ( Read more... )

Chinatown. It has rough edges, but I made friends with a homeless man ( he said I was pretty, I gave him money for coffee, we're pals) and, it being a multicultural bastion, went to an Irish Pub. I had slightly too much to drink ( and by that I mean, I had something to drink, which is always too much for me) and as I wandered the streets I became ( Read more... )

Is it odd of me to now remember late night walks searching for marbles and the dandelion serenades? I keep waking up wishing to hear something from you, and I realized too late what I missed. A lucky escape in many way, this is all the time I have that's mine, but I bought it at the cost of regret. Errands, ties, bowling alleys, bonding time... ( Read more... )