It's been nine months and still no word. I suppose I should stop thinking about it, stop worrying. Know better. Know better. I should have always known better ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, David Bowie.

I miss you.

I find the cold refreshing, but it makes it hard to sleep. It helps that I work most nights anyway, at least I'm doing something ( Read more... )

I put an ad in the paper about his room. It starts running in the Sunday paper. That's where most people look, right? December starts next week, I'm sure someone needs a place ( Read more... )

My nose hasn't stopped bleeding for more than five minutes for the past half hour. Its very thin, watered down. It makes these big splashes on the floor ( Read more... )

I love the smell of the rain. Just when it starts. That cold, clean smell of air from high in the sky being pushed down. Rolling through the streets like mist. It seeps through the walls. Maybe because they’re so thin ( Read more... )

I never knew air could be this heavy. That space could wear on me this much ( Read more... )

Its been quiet for days now, but I know he's been home.

He hasn't said a word to me. But I suppose that's nothing new.

I finished that book last night. The Palahniuk one. It was 1:10 am though, so maybe it was this morning ( Read more... )

I was told as a child that ghosts are dead things, insubstantial and unreal. They don’t exist. But that’s not true. I’ve met many ghosts, most of them were alive. They always left an imprint in my mind that haunted me. It’s sorta comforting to me now though, to know there are people out there that are so strongly connected to me. Even if they don’t ( Read more... )