one liners

[kristindiable]

Marc has bought a collection of Art History books. He is a seeker. My mother was running from the hurricane, which is no competition for her. The thieves are dancing free, taking what they wish from me. My sister sometimes calls, having to due with letters addressed to me that are in her possession, but really, she actually misses me. Which is nice. Old friends call and leaves messages. They were thinking, really thinking. Potential new friends look at me with scalding, seeking, honest eyes. They can't gauge me, but one day they might. Cash will tolerate being alone for hours, but his heart quivers when good company finds him again. He loves love. Potential lovers speak with careful tongues, but we're all pretty stubborn and settled as we are, tied or alone. The musician is pining and driving through the muse's passing autumn leaves. And SHE never leaves. The CITY points it's sterling finger at me demanding my time, tears, and soul. Thanks for the offer, but no. And he, the one with the arrow in his heart, murmurs his last wishes, as he tries to break it off.
I have been drawing sketches on translucent paper. I am trying.

The day begins pre-defeated because I'll never complete all the things I've been meaning to complete. So the next day begins. This works.