I left Abby’s house after having dinner, and “Turn Around” by the Postal Service came on the radio. I got onto I-10 to drive one mile. I drove five. I then got onto 610 and drove six more. Back to Bellaire. Back to the house where I used to live. By the time I got there, I was crying and could barely see the road ( Read more... )

He sat at the bottom of the pool, eyes barely open and certainly not focused, at least not on anything more specific than the shifting waves of golden light reflecting across the seemingly infinite opaque blueness. Weightless, he was finally cooling off from sitting in gridlock on a generic ten-lane freeway during the Friday afternoon rush hour ( Read more... )

They were sitting around a small table in an even smaller restaurant in some grand European city. It was probably in Italy, but he never really knew so much where he was geographically as much as where he felt he was psychologically, hiding in the eyes of those around him ( Read more... )

I was sitting at Backstreet Cafe eating some seared fish as the walls closed in on me. The ceiling leaned down and started falling, and the panic set in as I shifted in my chair, my white linen hands gripping the tablecloth in a cold sweat. I was looking across the table at what I always feared I'd become. Alone, desperate, negotiating holidays I ( Read more... )

The front door of their house used to be green ( Read more... )

I want to carve a pumpkin and wear a scarf. I want to drink cider and eat candied apples. As soon as I come back from New Orleans, I think I'd like to make this happen ( Read more... )

"The Intro" by the xx is on repeat, and I'm mindlessly reading through blogs as I wait for the pills to kick in. I feel something, but definitely not the weightlessly heavy feeling I love and can never explain to people who have never felt it themselves. And I'm thinking about how much I just really wish I lived in London, or how much I wish I ( Read more... )

I am at war with myself. There is the part of myself that cannot let go, and there is the part that knows how this will end. That this is all just a broken record that we all grew tired of hearing long ago. And still I do things I know I shouldn't. I will still call, and I will still cling as hard as I can to something that sometimes seems further ( Read more... )

I swayed unsteadily as I leaned out looking over the city lights. I was on a balcony and the sight of the capitol building, pink and sitting below me off in the distance, reminded me that I was in Austin. What floor am I on? What exactly am I doing up here ( Read more... )

Today was good ( Read more... )