Into the sleeping sky the mountain stretches, a looming monolith on the horizon. The night as dark as an infinite void, the stars freckling the sky as they do her face. Far into the reaches of forever the mountain passes. It grows as a life, atop which sits the gnarled ash. It is all there is and has ever been. Love. Before which I am nothing. ( Read more... )

Rain that glows with the light of amber falls on the old ash tree. Under the tree my hand pools with rain and I drink from the nectar. The roots at my feet break the ground and push it up to see the stars. I am as a newborn awash in the dew of morning's light. A gnarled island unto the stars afloat in a sea of infinite heavens. The ancient tree is ( Read more... )

Serenely floating on an ocean of glimmering lights I hear the muffle of the water fill my ears. The sea is deathly still and the night sky reflects flawlessly in my bed of droplets. Embraced by the water, I open myself and see her bright eyes in the stars, her milky soft body in the moon. I taste the warm sea in my mouth and the salt is the salt ( Read more... )

In the wake of dawn I am created anew from the ether of the world. The stars are beyond an infinity away and I pluck them from in front of me that they may be near. Her eyes are thusly my dreams brought within my grasp by the will to do so. A blink, and in it an eternity blazes by with not a stir in the milky night. My love is still alit.

Tranquilly I pass unhindered through the ether in a state of no thought. It is all I have known and will ever be known by all. It is the dying star, emblazoned in it's throes. It is the heaven of the universe, manifested in a state of nothingness. Who I am ceases to be and I wonder whether I ever was.

I am in love. It is serene in it's perfection. When I am with her, the world melts away into a dark ether that is the night and from the ether shine bright eternal stars. They are her eyes.

We're at the Doug Fir Lounge. It looks a bit snooty. Most of the people here spend way too much on their clothes. And their drinks. Ingrid, Tyler and I are completely out of place. A ragtag group of travelers, we had overcome great obstacles and leagues to be here today. We look crazy. But we don't care. We're here for one reason and one reason ( Read more... )

Last night was amazing. I was biking back to my apartment from my roommate's boyfriend's house at around one o'clock. I was freezing. I had my hoodie zipped up, my hat on low, my scarf wrapped around my face which made my glasses fog up, and my hood was pulled over my hat. Still I was freezing. I had reached a hill on my way and had to get off my ( Read more... )

[It should be noted to the reader that there is a torn out page from Victor Trent's journal that held the last conversation that he had with Harry Albertson. The exact date when the entry was written is unknown and the details of that final page are regrettably lost ( Read more... )

I haven't been on this site for months. I haven't even popped in since I last updated back in April. No time. So busy ( Read more... )