Can't believe I fucking remembered my password let alone this journal. I really just came back to say hello. I'm still around if anyone wants to hit me up. I'm listed. I'll think of more to write later.

Isolation. Separation. Forgetting. Remembering. Consumed in one's own self, no distractions or interruptions to skew the one track minded state that is truly and brutally 'alone'. I find it helps the brain to process in a more organized fashion. I'm the type of person who always needs something to do or keep his mind on. I start to tap my fingers, ( Read more... )

Shredded paper scattered on the floor. Poetry in a endless circle of motion. Prefixes, roots, syllables. All strewn together in a helpless manner screaming right in front of my face. I write to feel numb. I brush my fingers against my own cheek and feel nothing. There's something to be said about hotel rooms. How they're always cold right when you ( Read more... )

I have no explanations or intentions for you. There's a lightness to her that makes me smile and I thank her for that. I thank her for the light around and about her, and the smile she's brought to my face these past few days. There are things I could grow accustomed to. Right here and right now, she sleeps early and she breathes rising and falling ( Read more... )

Because X-rated movies are still all the rage and I don't have ulterior motives to get involved in a Lord of the Rings orgy on anything. I've avoided human contact for awhile now. I thought that would help. If you avoid human contact, you almost numb yourself. At least, you can come pretty damn close to numbing yourself. Not feeling. Working and ( Read more... )

It's best not to read it. It's best to skip past the words and look forward without looking back or taking a glance at now. If I look I see, and right now I really don't like what I see. I'd like to make myself blind. I'd like to make myself unfeeling. I'd like to make myself forget and I'd really like to make myself forgive ( Read more... )

Even your chalkboard metaphors couldn't promise the safety they should guarantee. They're just words. Some nights when you skate on thin ice you're so sure there must be a layer of protection underneath. The ice is always prone and very probable to breaking but that doesn't stop you. Why should it? If you slip there's always a way to get up ( Read more... )

There runs a River. Deep, somewhere, buried, trees. Light managing its persistent, I'll-be-damned way through. Flickering and reflecting and bouncing off everything in the day and making it alive, rising in the morning for a chance, setting at night for an opportunity that day couldn't afford. The Sun. The Summer Sun. For the last few official days ( Read more... )

It's amazing, how memories can be triggered. Stories, memories, the smallest things, and the biggest things, everything that pieces together to make us who we are, lies dormant in our memory, buried or on some grassy surface. But it's there. Always there. And it's the smallest things, the things that you would never expect, the things that are ( Read more... )

I'll be in Vancouver on Friday. With a telescope, a chalkboard, my sister, a new but really good friend, and a chance.

Hi Eric. You didn't have to do that.

Almost but not quite a one-liner.