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.