Last night was entertaining and somewhat significant. It has now nestled itself into the corner of my mind, coming out and flexing its claws into me every once in a while.

I finally decided to write out that brief sonnet "analogy". I wrote out enough that it has finally leaked out of my head. Now there is this dripping in my head (is it your heart ( Read more... )

... I am unfit to know just who you are ...Outside on a bench, I sit cross-legged, a book of poems in my lap. My cigarette tries to go out, and I quickly bring it to my lips, smoke bouncing against the pages before being swept away by the cold wind. Goosebumps crawl up my bare legs. I pull my skirt down, but it rises over my thighs despite me. My ( Read more... )

What is a girl to do?

She is sitting alone in the common room, drinking, posting on a friend's mac and eating lo mein out of a bag! (her hands are cleaned, no worries, Ais). But oddly enough, she is not upset. Why be upset when the music coming out of the computer is keeping her happily unaware of the situation in front of her ( Read more... )