In which I am in love with a boy who will never love me back ( Read more... )

Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight
by Galway Kinnell

1

You scream, waking from a nightmare.

When I sleepwalk
into your room, and pick you up,
and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me
hard,
as if clinging could save us. I think
you think
I will never die, I think I exude
to you the permanence of smoke or stars,
even as
my ( Read more... )

I've made some friend cuts and I apologize to those who were offended. I didn't mean the cut to be insulting in any way. I've simply narrowed the selection to the journals which I actually read, whose entries I breathe in and feel relates to my own life, and most importantly, to people whom I feel completely comfortable in sharing my thoughts, ( Read more... )

Hello hello ( Read more... )

Because words look better on the screen than on paper, because it’s not as real this way, or maybe because it is. Because here thoughts can be archived and retrieved, my life is organized, organized you see. At least here it can be.

Because beginnings like this one, however fruitless, are what keeps me looking forward, face-up toward the sky.

And why ( Read more... )