The transition from waking to dreaming was seamless. No more than a sloppy splice in a film reel. One moment I was lying in the dark, trying to decide whether I should get back up and go downstairs for a while and the next moment . . . I was lying in the dark, trying to decide whether I should get back up and go downstairs for a while. I still ( Read more... )

Not with a bang . . . but with barely a whisper.


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We are a mosaic of broken mirrors. Two wholes shattered. But when you place the pieces just so . . . it's as if they were always made to be where they are. They fit together and make something more beautiful and strange and fucked up and perfect than two whole unbroken mirrors could ever hope to be.

It's been a while now. Everything is getting closer. Gravity pulls harder the closer you get to the center. I squint my eyes and try not to let things get distorted gravity's wake. Try to keep things clear. Ask myself if I'm seeing things as they are or the way I'm afraid they will be. Am I reacting to something that is happening or something ( Read more... )

Time coils around back on itself until there is no beginning and no end. There is no past or future and even the here and now are wrapped up inside themselves - unrecognizable and indistinguishable. Everything has been hurtling towards and pulling away from tonight. Forever spreads out from and collapses into tonight ( Read more... )

"Don't take this the wrong way, Leah . . . but you're a little out of your mind, aren't you ( Read more... )

I think the time would go by faster if it wasn't raining every single day.

Is this really necessary? Is it?

I can't write ( Read more... )

Waiting . . . as the days grow shorter.

There is a girl standing on the edge of the ocean. Waves licking at her toes ( Read more... )