I made a wish on the moon for more of the Yes. For more of the silences. For more knowing that This is water. And I gave gratitude for all that is, knowing, and existence ( Read more... )

and I miss that fuzzy rat on acid. Visiting Liz and Craig isn't the same without Thea there. Her curly fur that could be mohawked up on her back. Her insistence that you play the tennis ball game that SHE wanted to play, not the one you wanted to play. The jingle of her collar tags as she bounced onto the couch to look out the window and bark at ( Read more... )

Today started out alright and has gotten progressively worse. What happened ( Read more... )

 This is the story of how my hair got to be so long. It's also a story about how deeply people affect our lives ( Read more... )

 Junior high. Ohio History class. It's bits and pieces of memory. A note on my desk, anonymously telling me off. "You think you're so smart, and you're not." Signed from my EX-friends. I never figured out who it was from. I took it to heart that my friends were no longer my friends, and I quit them all and found new ones ( Read more... )

 The most hurt wasn't from specific incidents. It was from not believing anyone loved me. From believing the way I felt equalled who I was, especially when I felt so at the bottom horrible.

What helped came through specific incidents. At the Neil Gaiman reading/signing for Anansi Boys, Craig said he liked hanging out with me and that I should come ( Read more... )

Confirmation that he doesn't trust me. I'm only seeing this now ( Read more... )

The summer of 2004 looms in my memory mindprojection of the futurepast. In terms of trust and faith, I don't know that I made a conscious decision to present myself for backstabbing. Blind faith is what I had, that I would be protected. That he would protect me. He said he would while I was in school. Maybe I took that for granted. Regardless, he ( Read more... )

Empty mind. Ready fingers. Flow ( Read more... )