( . . . d e t a i l s . . . )

( Detailed account of my experience. )

(  . . . a poem for the figurative season of Winter. )

( Memoir of events surrounding break-up with Melissa. )

It would be accurate to say that my relationships with other people have always been distant or strained in some way, on account of the fact that I am eternally introspective. I have worked through the years to become more open and willing to share life and space with others, but it has been a sure challenge every step of the way. Except for the ( Read more... )

( . . . and I made sense of it. )

( . . . and then I meet a girl. )

( Venting thoughts on drinking and relationships. )

Sometimes my transition back to the free world seems so complete as to be seamless, and then I am reminded of my misdeeds by what stings like a slap in the face. I understand that there are people from my old life who may never welcome me back into their circles... people that I love that keep me far from sight. I understand that I have been ( Read more... )

( To Natosha: Curtains Fall. This is a written letter and a song, both originally private, but I think it best if I keep this catharsis here for memory, and actually use this space for something meaningful for the first time in years. I have meant to write so much more about this and other events, but I have not made the time, so for now details will remain obscure. )