I'm back for a little while. Sigh.

New case.

No time.

No life.

Sigh.

I'm utterly satisfied with my job. I've been an ADA  for two years, and make quite a tidy sum. I work long hours, and am considered a 'trainee' still. The DA I work with is like a father to me.

I just wish I had a little more time to myself, sometimes.

It's five in the morning, and I can't sleep. I look at my lover occasionally, and my heart just...gah. Not feeling very literate, though I've never been one to be liberal with my feelings. I like moments like these. Just him, and, me. I wonder when we stopped being separate, and when we became you&I, when we became an us. Or maybe we've always been ( Read more... )

I have been dead to the world recently, and I do have my excuses ready. However, I don't exactly feel like sharing them. It should suffice to say that real life is kicking my ass. Hard.

Yeah.

 God, I hate this city. So different from Brooklyn.

Will be back next week.  Thank God.

I'm in Chicago right now. I'm so emotionally and physically drained at this moment.

Ugh. Damn conference.

 in this city a soft somnolence
is dripping from the air and sticks
on hot black tar

unlit by a moon, the buildings
are lonely without their shadows' yawns
and murmur a vague discontent

whatever glows in the dark
explodes and fills
the unfilled crevice on the inch gap between us

(my fingers find yours- even in the
darkness, they will always find yours)

on ( Read more... )

I am angry. My damn client insists on changing her story repeatedly. I keep trying to tell the damn woman that her testimony is what will win us the case, even if our evidence is clear and concise. She won't listen. I want to fucking slap her across the face. God. I need to go boxing, get this out of my system. Sooo pissed.

-.-

Mania
reminiscent of a vivid dream
drowned beneath the adumbrate
still waters of the Styx, her
domain. tongues of flame adorn
her skull as a crown, fitting for
one such as she. she has many
faces, but the smile is the same.
the smile of the blood-tinged
teeth that stretch her cheeks
into the Glasgow smile- only she’s
not the one bleeding (slowly, slowly to ( Read more... )