I take all of the voices and sustain them together. Each past tone compounds the dissonance; they smear behind the melody like rain clouds chasing a sunset. No matter how beautiful the note or phrase, they amass into a single, vexatious blend. Winding my self tightly in this haunting blanket, I try to make each voice my own. They are impossible to ( Read more... )

The worst noise in the world? That of a parent having sex with his girlfriend a floor beneath you while you're trying to sleep. I bet she was faking it, too.

Will my paralyzing fear of mosquitoes ever abate? Something about their wiry legs makes my blood acidulate. One of those spindly bastards snook up on me today while I was waiting for the bus at Dupont Circle. My first reaction is to jerk away and swat indiscriminately where I first saw it. Because of it's lilting and irregular flight pattern, ( Read more... )

It begins innocently enough. A comment or two about the weather, spoken too loudly to be a simple muttering, too soft to be a general address. He turns and speaks, but more to the window than my face. His mother is well...if only the government was more generous...they're all puppets. Every time he finishes a statement, his head tilts with this ( Read more... )

It seems like I get asked for directions every time I step outside of my house. I wonder why people seem to think I know where to direct them, or why they stumbled across me first. I don't even know where I'm going myself; I don't even know where I'll end up. I can't help but wonder if not having or pursuing a destination makes you better at ( Read more... )

It's good to start working again, I think. I've been getting pretty lazy, so I hope it helps. It's just like high school, though, without the youthful naivete. People talk about staff behind their backs and pretend they appreciate them to their faces. So much drama and gossip goes on around here, but there is a lot of potentially scandalous ( Read more... )

It's weird. Like I almost have no control over myself. Like I'm addicted, and I'll do almost anything to be validated, to be acknowledged. But I have to fight that or else I'm just as bad as any heroin junkie. I have to strike the root of my instability. For a few weeks now, I've really wanted to run into the forest with a mentor type figure where ( Read more... )

I slip off her outer garments, inhaling every last wisp and trace of her scent floating around me. The disbelief is too great to do anything else but take pleasure from every sense reality sends me. I lock right onto her and everything becomes unimportant; nothing else has meaning like the beautiful figure before me. Perspiration of anticipation ( Read more... )

I hate these "days of defeat", when minor inconveniences eventually become major obstacles that cannot be overcome in the course of a day. I hate feeling like I need help.

Every morning the alarm resurrects me from that turbulent sleep where yesterdays memories blend into one indistinguishable, elongated moment; like the blur of each car on a passing train. I try to grab onto each precious moment until I realize all I'm doing is swatting at the saliva that has puddled at my pillow-side overnight. "Hyper-salivation" ( Read more... )