Exchanging words lately with a person who is still new to looking me in the eyes. He prods me into conversation, and we speak of pirates and castles and ways to get what we're going after until eyes are bleary behind computer screens and wee morning is no longer new. The words are warm, blunt, familiar, even if the reserved glint behind the eyes is ( Read more... )

We followed the old path home in the darkness ( Read more... )

I do better when I have active things to do, when I'm run off of my feet. Before I moved, I had gotten incredibly productive with all of my spare time. Right now- in the middle of finals week... One of the worst things you can do to someone like me is to give me reams of free time and nothing desirable to do in it. It's eating me alive, and I'm not ( Read more... )

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In my next life, I would be more wild ( Read more... )

it's blue and I've just been sitting here, watching the snow fall ( Read more... )

I haven't been writing lately because the words define too much. For now I have no power over them and I have no say in things. Everyone has these, these blank spots and false starts, and i realised how little i was accomplishing and left it ( Read more... )

Looking through words and looking through pictures and thinking, this is not what i meant to do and i wonder if i'll ever manage to do it. i want to draw chakras and paint souls as ephemeral as dust and clouds and glitter in the most earthen tones- red clay, tall pale grasses and steppes reaching a dusty sky- the negative space between greens. Can ( Read more... )

i didn't know, i honestly didn't know

I mean, I knew, but not- there. Fate, o mocking, bitter fate.

.....happy equinox....

these seasons keep turning and each year it's the same and those thoughts are repeated; a wheel's corners only unnoticeable so many times. Do you remember, how many times you've said this?

i am currently uninterested in chances.