For at least part of the day today, I sat in my closet and sorted through some of James' old things. I've worked everything down to one cigarette box, which is sort of admirable really, for me. I still have the medical electrodes they put on me in the ambulance after our first date went horribly awry. I still have the petals of the first flower ( Read more... )

creativitys_end wanted to know:

Your theory on love. What it is, what it isn't.

"The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know." - Lawrence Durrell ( Read more... )

So I hate to make cryptic entries and then not explain anything at all and yet, I always seem to be doing that. It pains me to talk about or even think about what I'm thinking and writing it down just sort of cements it somehow ( Read more... )