I can't help but assume that these will change with time, as my outlook on life has continued to do. So it seems accurate to assume that this won't be the last post of this type. Perhaps I'll begin posting this yearly on new year's. But for now, this moment in time, I need this to be posted here, tonight ( Read more... )

It's what I keep telling myself. And for a time I believed me ( Read more... )

I kind of want to write a scene involving gears turning in the dark, a cloak and mask operating as one with nobody underneath, footprints that form in a dusty wooden floor that wander in circles while having no host, the silver light of the moon creating that cold burn against anything it touches, and a ghost crew of something, anything, with some ( Read more... )

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Let's begin by setting the scene. Finals ended last week. My second semester of graduate studies ended with me taking an F in one class, an A in another, and an unknown third grade yet to be defined. I faced the beginning of the weekend with the knowledge that I'd take said F since I couldn't pull the final project for the class together ( Read more... )

Sometimes, one just desires a different story than the norm, especially when the norm tends to be a reminder of one's personal failures. So this time as another potential relationship failed, I took her out, since I wanted to be able to remember our last date as something good, and then we wandered downtown for a little while. She wanted me to ( Read more... )

I feel like someone "stole my fucking cloudsong," as the classic internet line goes. Yet I don't believe I feel that way for why I should. Tomorrow, dad and I fly to Ohio to meet up with my mother, so that we can officially wish her mother a safe journey through life after death. For that alone, I should feel shitty. And it's possible, albeit I ( Read more... )

I've come to realize recently that I've always assumed when the situation should suggest I'm jealous, I often believe that that is my driving force, but as I've reflected back on the past, I'm beginning to suspect that in most cases where I thought I was, I only believed so because I thought I should be (certainly highly confusing for me). The ( Read more... )

I've got this intense feeling tonight, like I'm a hundred thousand miles away from here, and very much directionless in that void. It's not a testament of my life, my future, my feelings, or anything else as far as I can tell. It's just an intensity. It's one of those nights, which are become fewer and fewer, where I'm no longer sure I want to ( Read more... )

The clock's laughter, a mockery which rumbled loudly within his ears, ticked and tocked monotously yet sinisterly, as it droned on continuously, forever. Hazy and weak, the world around him blinded him in darkness, deafened him to soundlessness, reduced his senses to nothing. Except, he could still see the clock. He could still hear it. Bright ( Read more... )