Winter gives me bad posture and everyday people seem more like moths to me.

A second's difference between acceptance and truth. A second's difference between breathing freely, or having your chest become the knot of some ribbon; tied. And a minute's worth of time between the water and the coast, between the sun as it sinks into the sand of some desert. It doesn't take but an hour to undo; for all your doubts to stand up ( Read more... )

There's this boy I once knew who I hear snorts lines off his textbooks someplace where the sun beats down and shines on him through the window of his oceanside apartment. Now this boy was very lean and I remember him much taller than he actually was. He smoked cigarettes like a child and shrugged his shoulders while he walked. He had wonderful ( Read more... )

1. This morning I woke up at eight o'clock, spent ten minutes drawing on the foggy mirrors after I took a shower, drank popcorn tea, and had a conversation with Billy Idol. I washed dishes and made the bed and drank a triple grande nonfat extra foam 1 splenda latte before depositing my check at the bank. I had to pay my credit card bill and ate ( Read more... )

You look happy. Happy with a secret.

I've been having the same dream for the past three nights. I wake up in the middle of it each time, I swear it's from the sound of me crying out loud. Something inside of me is not right, and whatever it is, it's not letting me forget. The cycle starts with this. I'll meditate, eat better, exercise outside. I begin to think that if I feel better, ( Read more... )

You,

I'm a tiny airplane and my hanger's in your heart.

- Me.

1. The moment between the end of a breath and the beginning of a new one is called a stillpoint ( Read more... )

It's your turn.

On Monday I let Nick interpret my dream about the monster in my head ( Read more... )