Mostly I think of him when I’m alone; wonder where he is and what he’s doing. I wonder if he’s alone, too and if he ever thinks of me. I wonder if he wakes up in cold sweats grasping his pillow wishing it was me. Then I remember…

I wrote this piece today, and it was the first conscious effort I've made in a really long time. So, read it and let me know what you honestly think... I think I'm kinda proud of it, perhaps I'll continue and elaborate at some point soon ( Read more... )

I guess I've been MIA for quite a few days now... it feels like it's been a really long time since I wrote, which, I guess it has if you're looking for a serious thought-provoked entry ( Read more... )

So, I was looking over my philosophy notes, attempting to study... more like laughing at my doodles. Anyway, I came across this poem, every time I read it I get a different feeling from it... I thought it was pretty decent for something I wrote in class. Since this is my journal, I'm posting it ... its untitled, and the term "slept with" means just ( Read more... )