staring into the empty space ( Read more... )

So here it is, the end of summer. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Well, OK... I have some ideas I guess, but I'm not sure if any of them would be worthwhile. I'm so afraid I'm doing something or going somewhere only because it seems like the right thing to do. For the parents. For everyone who asks that god-forsaken question, "So... ( Read more... )

I've been dreaming of graveyards. Old and seemingly forgotten, with barely legible tombstones and vines and Spanish Moss strangling ancient willow trees. I don't know why, but I wake up scared and shaking... frightened and alone. The funny thing is, I love graveyards. Not necessarily for the morbidity of it, but because they possess a complete ( Read more... )

I never have been very good with endings. Probably because the ending is always my favorite part. Like in a book, or in a movie. Or the ending of a song that has the power to leave you breathless, wanting nothing more than to hear it again. The ending always has to be perfect, or the meaning is lost to me. So I guess I figure if I can avoid an ( Read more... )

She asked where he was going. From where she was sitting at the kitchen table, she could see his back decending the stairs, and then the top of his head, and then only the sound of his rapid footsteps. The front door opened, and then slammed shut. Letting out a wail of despair, she threw her half-empty coffee cup onto the floor, and watched ( Read more... )

the sky ( Read more... )

to be a poet ( Read more... )