It's really hard sometimes to know why you're doing what you're doing. Try as I might I still find my head turning, to find some sort of verification, or clarification, or recognition from someone other than me, but I'm always left wanting. While I know that you know that I know that the only thing I can really believe in is what's inside of here, ( Read more... )

The Part of you,
That's part of me,
Fades away,
Patiently.
It's all I see,
It's all I wanted to be,
For everyone else's girl,
It's typical.

I often wonder why we as humans do not take the steps needed to right our raft, not quite singing, but not quite sturdy. We spend our days in the open sea, following whatever path the wind takes us in ( Read more... )

9 months ( Read more... )

At times it's hardly possible to hold onto the little lies we tell ourselves to get through each day. As interesting as you may try to trick yourself into thinking your life is, most of it will be filled with the mundane rituals of repetition that mark the minutes, hours and days of our lives. Monday flows into Tuesday, March into April, and all ( Read more... )

Try on your party clothes ( Read more... )

It's eating away, the little parts of you ( Read more... )

I used to work at a bookstore. I never really talked about it, but I wound up reading a lot there. Not the standards of american literature so much as an exploration of divinely rich texts from around the world. Widely respected and highly regarded writers of all eras of our existence as the human race. In this time I read everything from a Saul ( Read more... )

There's a man who stands at the dark end of the street ( Read more... )

Someone asked me what the best part of New York is ( Read more... )