It would be at this hour. The XX softly in the background, the only light coming from the screen of the computer. It would be hours before goodnight, and then a few days until the next meeting. It was wrong, and i was wrong. And yet I still have questions that i wish could be answered ( Read more... )

So suddenly, and so savagely, i miss you so. 
Call me.

No, not feelings really. But an attachment, perhaps. 
A getting used to. 
It's like reaching for that place where you always put that thing
and finding it's not there. 
You put it somewhere else now,
and you can't seem to remember where that is.

Are biting and i don't know how to make them go away. 
The feet are beginning to scurry
hurry
I may need to leave
this soon.

On the hot days, we'll be in denim cutoffs and flipflops, eating ice cream from a cone as it drips down our sticky fingers. There will be bicycles, bubbles and lots of photographs. Strangers will become friends and though we don't speak the same language, they will still offer us wine and maybe some music ( Read more... )

This desire does not fade, does not die out; it is so relentless. The fire in between these limbs aches and throbs and burns. What do I do? I cannot have what I want, and I want what I cannot have.

(yet)

And so these things, they swirl around in the mind like fins in water. Snaking, slithering, writhing. They are everywhere, in every nook and ( Read more... )

Soft, quiet mornings are so precious. The vehicles are not honking today, all they leave in their haste is the slippery ( Read more... )

Earlier this year I proclaimed that it would be a year of amazing things. And God has been so faithful in that. It's too early to recount just how freaking awesome 2011 has been, but I think it's about time to start proclaiming what 2012 will be like ( Read more... )

There is something about water engulfing you. The way it fills every nook, every cranny, and finds its way into places even you haven't been to. The quiet blue gives a kind of peace that I can't seem to find anywhere else ( Read more... )

Recently, my collection of old CDs resurfaced. Stuffed into bags inside bags, i felt a childish elation as i pulled it out and flipped through them. Fiona Apple, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Daydream Cycle, Madonna, Blur, Neil Young . But what excited me the most were the compilation CDs, given to me by friends and past lovers, filled with the ( Read more... )