There's no way to describe this sensation. So full, desiring nothing. And my analytic brain crawls in, sniffing around, desperately searching for a crack, a hole, a leak out through which it will all fall, sending me cascading down through the earth, like alice ( Read more... )

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so im not here out of routine, nor obligation. Merely convenienience. and already i feel stuck. i need to sleep

The boy clearly loves sex. But only because he loves people. He loves the way they move, the way they speak to eachother; he demands their eye contact, lingering on a smile. Jealousy is nobody's friend, she knows he would tell her. She doesnt believe it. It holds good company with his game, and he knows that. Many corners to turn. SHe loves the ( Read more... )

The sidewalk was hollow, she felt it when the basketball bounced to the ground, echoing a hollowing sound, but only on one corner. Testing all of them, she pushed the corner with her toe, but nothing budged. The clouds were coming in fast and heavy, sagging down onto the tops of the buildings and wrapping the trees in darkness. She felt calm in the ( Read more... )

dont slip away my love, i've lost too many of you...

The truth of the matter is that all is so good. And just because it's all grey matter doesnt mean there wont be brighter colors. or something. The germans have a word for this, donnerwetter. It means thunder weather. I love it. it gives me all the excuses i need. It's late in the evening but still I can pretend in midday, dream like, dark.

and the way livejournal has added other gadgets and minor attractions to keep up with the joneses or more probably competitive business (because livejournal makes money off certain "customers ( Read more... )

One year ago there I was, living amongst girls and much fewer boys and trees and snow and dining hall food always and men clanking on my heater in the night and the city..... that great dazzling diamond necklace of a city that lays pooled on the edge of the country. I miss it so terribly... and yet, i've been back... but it never clicked back into ( Read more... )

somehow i find myself right back where i started, like an expert skiier on the green slope. How have people found their place? Is it a knowledge that comes with age or some other hidden factor, some mentality, some legacy perhaps? To get a little less abstract, who chose to live in Wyoming? It's a great place but only because of the wandering ( Read more... )