Sunday, November 28, 2010

transitional moments

happen when I learn things about him in seemingly casual words.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

extremely stressed out

so she told me to get a lot of FRESH AIR and fruit.

Monday, November 22, 2010

a Shakespeare kind of day

"Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
But neuer Doubt, I loue." - W.S. Hamlet, Act II, Scene II
 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday, November 13, 2010

His moments of weakness

She's tucked away into neat spaces in my mind. But sometimes their contents burst open and cloud my judgement. They hurl my rationality into a dark, suffocating corner.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

An exercise in futility

She'd shed her skin, leave her body and her world behind if she she knew she could feel something.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

my field

is filled with golden wheat stalks. I'm standing atop the hill, alone. It's hot but there's a nice breeze and I can smell the ocean.  I'm free and it feels nice. This is what I need.


"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." - Rumi

Sunday, October 24, 2010

3 am thoughts

I love my soft sheets
but the doors are so loud.
check marks, evaluations:
scared to ever go there
mainly because I refuse to be broken.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Saturday, October 16, 2010