"In all of the opportunities life has presented me, I have always made my moves too late ( Read more... )

We sit by the side of the road, talking. Someone was there, but I'm not sure who. It didn't seem to matter. All of a sudden the winds pick up, like a tornado suddenly appears out of nowhere, close enough that you can feel the dust and dirt ripping through the air and across your skin. A twinge of fear, and suddenly there's rock everywhere, and ( Read more... )

Beyond all means, beyond all purpose, something appears in the nighttime. A phantasm of pleasure, perhaps, or a lost cause begging for a soul to become lost in it. What are we if not souls to fall in the crevices of the world, to become lost and hopeless in the sheer power of what has been? Overwhelmed, perhaps, by a struggle which found no end ( Read more... )

You work your foot deeper into my spine-I struggle to exhale more deeply-feeling that there's so much more to come out-my vertebrae crack one by one and feel myself loosening up, becoming more relaxed than ever ( Read more... )

Why did you choose me ( Read more... )

The clouds conceal the stars tonight. This is lonesome weather, just barely cool, barely a breeze to overcome the stillness. The crickets are my company tonight, and fading memories of the time when the heat breaks, the memories fading but the sensations burned into my retinas. It strikes harder every year, the nostalgia, the feeling that I've ( Read more... )

Too much on my mind tonight that just won't come out. Too many clouds, too shrouded a horizon. Let me drift away, eyes closed, hands off the wheel, let me find my way without the struggle ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at a table outside with a group of people I met through you, inserting random tidbits from time to time, as I'm wont to do. You come and sit down, kind of across the table and to my left, and I remember being surprised that you were back, though nobody else seemed to think anything of it. I sit back with the normal feeling I get when ( Read more... )

It's a funny time of year ( Read more... )

The feeling permeates more than just my fingertips standing smoking on the balcony. This winter has brought no clean snow, but drizzles that freeze in the night leaving icy pools of mud. My mind falls into a pit; time passes in the nothingness, seeming minutes are weeks forgotten into the back of my mind, hidden away beneath some thought of ( Read more... )