This will become little more (or less) than a clumsy list with unevenly dispersed weight.  I am inclined to prevent myself from feeling compelled to reach the mark of a certain number as I so often do, so let's just see where this goes ( Read more... )

A new year, a new list. Since we will be finalizing those customized sheets of trifolded paper, I think twenty-one might be appropriate:

1. My libido feels like it is chasing its tail, waiting patiently for love to come home...
2. I am looking forward to a belated celebration of my birthday on Saturday night with some of the finest individuals that ( Read more... )

Because I should like to think I never miss an opportunity to make note of perfect nights, and because I am a sucker for seeing the added link of another year appear in the archive ( Read more... )

I can't seem to organize the bits and jagged pieces into something I can analyze. The details all blur together and won't slow down long enough to be seized. I should be amused at the fact that a mere four hours of sleep played out into such vivid dreams that spoke such volumes, but instead I find myself wishing I could have even more of my life ( Read more... )

I am not everything ( Read more... )

This situation as it stands before me is one that should be listed with a prerequisite of more than two decades of life experience.  But, maybe they are right.  Maybe this comes to settle on my shoulders because of my detachment and the gap between us.  Maybe I am colder than you, or her, or her.  Maybe enough adrenaline could course my veins and ( Read more... )

I watched the pieces twitch and stall as they slowly came together for us.  Even after having my eyes glued to the entire process with anxious hope, I still find the outcome and the truth so very unreal... and yet, so very us.  But here we are, and here I am with you, and it's everything that makes sense.  It's everything that heals and everything ( Read more... )

It never ceases to amaze me, how saturated I feel sometimes with life and love, and with the verbiage to prove it... and how sometimes it seems I let the hours and days (and in this case, an entire month) tick by without penning a reminder.  How do I expect to ever construct that which will be my future bread and butter if I can't even keep track ( Read more... )

I can't seem to think of a way this evening could have ended with me arriving home and not giving in to evict that which has rented out my mind and freezer for nearly a month's time.  But what did I expect?  What could have been conceived by this evening that would have made me end up in bedsheet comfort sighing relief of "That wasn't so bad"?  ' ( Read more... )

Attractively scarred, and leaving too much unsaid, eh?  Oh, why don't you clever lyrical pricks just write the damn thing for me!

No, no need.  I will do it.  And I imagine with the games my head has been playing with me these days, I may make progress on it sooner than anticipated.  Perhaps flipping the glass for  nine years was not giving myself ( Read more... )