Fidelity: This modest, vanilla word. It's used casually, like it's common, but the twist is that it's reality is seldom.

I have these illusions of people-maybe it's the optimist in me. I'm prone to judge a book by its cover. At any rate, two people who seem to have that love thing figured out.  Over some duration of time- two weeks, two months, ( Read more... )

I feel very lifeless ( Read more... )

Just the other night at a hometown football game ( Read more... )

Outside the sliding glass doors that overlook the backyard, the most apparent of all the sights is an energy rather than an object.  The blurred trajectory of a robin as it enters the frame of reference for all of a second, the quivering of fresh infant leave on the crabapple, the poolwater's surface--endlessly wrinkling it's smooth face as though ( Read more... )

With me, something is amiss somewhere in me when my sleep is fitful.  The past couple of nights have been that--dreams that are distressful or thoroughly unpleasant, punctuated by wakefulness.  The other night, it was these creatures.  They came from the water...from below...came in the place you never expect anything to harm you because there is ( Read more... )

You want to be able to change it so badly ( Read more... )

I miss having something to be passionate about ( Read more... )

My fortune cookie the other day at Harborwok read, "An inch of time is an inch of gold."

Life's experiences are so fleeting.  In one instant, the things that are your reality--your every day environment--seem infinite...and as soon as you let them become that for one single instant...they slip, slip away...

and you find yourself there, standing at ( Read more... )

I've sat here for a good five minutes now trying to think of an example.  It would be the best way to launch into this, because something so internal is very challenging to explain or articulate.  But I can't think of one.  I wonder if it's more sensations than actual events...

One of my biggest fears...it's that I'm not as good of a person as I ( Read more... )

Who ever knew how a place--just a place--full of people--just people--could thread through your system so until that place that you thought was just a place is suddenly you?  Or, at the least, a big part of you.  Who ever knew ( Read more... )