I care for people because I live in a fantasy world. I want to help people because I imagine that the world is someplace between here and heaven, where people are poor creatures who suffer and work endlessly, who barely have time to read a newspaper. Where people try so desperately to give their children a better life. Where people laugh and cry ( Read more... )

i am lost in my apartment, but i find myself in the desert, where it is quiet, and grows dark slowly, where time trickles by in rich precious drops, drops that could never be appreciated by an eye that knew only rivers. here is one of the dwindling oases where a person can learn the true weight of a day instead of merely its capricious length. my ( Read more... )

Do you still read this, Martha? Is it still just for us? I wonder if I'm still that one to you, the one you never talk about, even when asked ( Read more... )

who can appreciate my texture, the microscopic ragged cells ( Read more... )

if i am not beautiful ( Read more... )

i only realized it afterwards
the perfect answer to your question
'perfect' meaning right
as so few answers are
"like garbage"
that's how i feel.

empty ( Read more... )

of the million things i should be doing and the one i shouldn't ( Read more... )

as if i didn't sleep poorly enough ( Read more... )

i wish i could remember the hours we three passed ( Read more... )