(I think it was a sunday morning. I came home and watched as the light turned pink on the clouds and wept because we are alone in ourselves, incapable of ever completely expressing anything to anyone, though we might try to imitate our formless insides through art or music or the written word. still, these are just imprints of our minds, as ( Read more... )

Just five more minutes and then Thanksgiving will be over. What an anticlimatic holiday, six hours of preparation for a meal that takes my family about ten minutes to devour. And then everyone hurries away to escape the dishes. But home time is good and this year was free from any real familial dysfunction, although my dad did hide a camera in the ( Read more... )

cold and gray and if I go outside i will wear a scarf. there are still pumpkins littering porches, their hollow smiles caving into rot and today is the 13th of november and 13 is supposed to be my lucky number.

i are mindy and this is my livejournal!!! argggg!!!!