oh nevermind

...as numerous as the tearsIt's so strange. The way things are recently. Because I can wander through my house down the carpeted steps and touch my hands on the marble slab counter tops and hear the refrigerator running and there is such a sense of detachment, for lack of a better word. Not as if I am watching through someone else's eyes, but as ( Read more... )

When I was younger, 13 or so, and we lived in our quaint house on Cynthia St. whose less than charming outter decor reminded me of a rotten egg and whose inner less than pleasant odor reminded me of a rotten egg, I spent a lot of my time riding my bike. It was my relief, my release, my refuge ( Read more... )

Life hurts like hell but its beautiful ( Read more... )

When I say I want to be alone, what I really mean is that I want you to stay. And stay really, really close.

I worry too much about losing people.

I hurt myself today ( Read more... )

So I went to many churches and sanctuaries of different types. I spent some time in the Catholic church I was baptized in, sitting in the chapel, surrounded by the softly glowing prayer candles. I went to other places, too: the UU church I've become so fond of, where I've developed friends, a few other churches seen in passing, and even at one ( Read more... )

Right now, the majority of my life is pleasant. Pleasing. Comfortable. I suppose I'm just in the middle of the bursts of heartache ( Read more... )

When I'm wrapped up in you, in your arms, she gets neglected. After I've spent so much time next to her, pouring tears with her, connecting her to my self, like a second right hand, she gets brushed to the side. And sometimes, in those moments of warmth with you, I wonder fleetingly if she misses me and what we shared. Or if she's glad of my ( Read more... )

what these hands have wrought
what i need you to see
what these hands have
endured


I made that page last night. It's not very good. And it's not very detailed. But it's me. And I want the entire fucking world to see it.