Y. and I took a wander out here at lunch earlier this week. It is one of my favourite spots in the city. It feels miles and miles away from everything, and I can literally forget that I have a job to go back to after the hour is up. It's just this amazing empty wide expanse of space and concrete by the water where ships frequently dock, and I love ( Read more... )

Last night, while lying in bed playing an online version of Scrabble and slowly falling asleep on the phone, I thought to myself, This is how people grow old together.

I am safe and loved.

It is a strange experience saying goodbye to someone who used to be one of your best friends; there is a collection of good memories at the back of your mind you can't bare to let go of, but the distance that has developed over time seems much too far to build a bridge across.

So, you just don't.

You simply look at each other with eyes that are ( Read more... )

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I have been looking and looking for a new place to write for what seems like months (years). It's a bit like house-hunting; a neat, tidy, warm home for my deepest thoughts and feelings. It just has to feel right. And so here I am again, returning to an old journal, years later. I almost feel like this is the wrong way to do it, it seems like ( Read more... )

i miss this place.

i'm still alive.
just barely.

i watch a homeless man
across the street
play his accordian, slowly

and i wonder
is it loneliness
or years?
that made his notes
so hollow.

(i am wearing black and red. black for mourning. and red for you.)