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May, 2008 ( Read more... )

Wayward ( Read more... )

(Survey of my life from August 1 to now. No particular order.I think about the boy down the hall who has stopped crying because his girlfriend will not ( Read more... )

Today is the first day of autumn and there is a sadness behind the door of my chest ( Read more... )

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If I had not opened and shown him everything at once, so that my body lost its mystery, so that I was reduced to something manageable and calculable and human, we would still want to know about each other. I miss that hunger, that roaming thinking- the dropping of a stone into a dark well and the silence of listening that follows; but a person ( Read more... )

I come to my bed in the night. I drop my bags. I kneel to pray after traveling thousands of miles, shake years of sand out of my shoes, ocean out of my ears. I never knew that letting myself go meant losing other aspects of myself. As in, I once was the sea breeze, the sound of things leaving and fixing themselves in newer places, but am no longer ( Read more... )