It’s the distance that is driving ( Read more... )

Cardiac arrest, double stopping in doorways wanting to say so much and never parting lips. Even breaths are squeezed inside through the cracks that form when the lips turn dry. Salty taste, words gone to waste, watching the particles stream through peripheral vision, reflected off porcelain as the head grows lighter in response to the loss of ( Read more... )

Counting the ticking of the clock is like counting the breaths that are markers of life on earth. How many ticks before the clock breaks down? How many breaths before life ends? In and out, transforming oxygen to carbon dioxide in the constant cycle marked by the hands going round and round. Hands are constantly busy because no one wants to waste ( Read more... )

St. John's College, Scripps, Pitzer, Sarah Lawrence, UPS, PLU, Haverford...right now I'm thinking Highline. Amazing how my ideas can change so much over the course of one day. I'm kind of use to it, but other's might find it more difficult to follow the flow of thoughts that cut the list so short, and instead they might just see it as a sudden flip ( Read more... )

Bread crumbles, caramel sticks, and guilt churns it all. Why am I so anxious for IN and OUT in so many aspects of life? That use to be my wish with life itself. I'm so much better now, but every once in a while the scales pull me down until I free-fall for a little while 'til forces like gravity decide to give in for a time. I have terrible timing ( Read more... )

It's not that I said no with either of you...I channel the seductress at times. It's not that you did anything wrong or that you were unkind. It's more that I am overly sensitive and self-sabotaging, so I purge myself of sins in other ways that give me my sin again. Maybe it's just that I'm really good at FUCKING up sometimes ( Read more... )

Cowboys walk and talk in sync through the tide flats waiting to be carried away, but not too far away from home and where they’ve been. It’s like looking back at yesterday through a broken lens only to realize that cracked and rosy won’t change the past, though memories can be further distorted. As if you’ve never talked on a cell phone ‘til two ( Read more... )

Note: People tend to confuse fact with fiction. Broken records when played over and over are still broken and the sounds are still distorted. Would you really be offended if you cared more? If you truly cared would the problems still exist?

I just watched I <3 Huckabees...I recommend it. (The blanket comment will then make sense ( Read more... )

You ingest in jest you know. Because the seventh glass of wine is oh so smooth as it dulls the senses and adjusts your volume. Those first few glasses made you spunky until you turned down on yourself. You may not have "dated" in two years, but cars stop when you walk by and any guy would love to leave the party with you at night. Too pretty and ( Read more... )