Her one eye was blinded by the flower of the unobtainable past AND her other by the flower which was entombed to vindicate the future by means of the past. Yet the tomb is time and the flower long dead, so she must only be blind. We remember those people whose love was so bright … Continue reading Eventually
I don't really know how to write a journal entry. I'm very much repulsed by the idea that anybody would want to hear directly about what I'm feeling. Let me try to write like I am some wisdom bearer. I'll try and speak as if I uncovered secrets that you had never realized. Sometimes I … Continue reading Delilah
Drunk. Drowning. Drowsing. Today, all day, it felt like there was a massive fucking hole in my chest and I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to thoughts of Her. It's absolutely crazy, as soon as the idea that some other hands were all over Her entered my awareness I just lost my damned mind. … Continue reading Near the Anniversary of a Death
A green sea between us and in its midst buttons, strings, and also bits of talk and thoughts; set adrift on the little rafts that we make. A green sea between us and on its surface, a scum of regret and aimless purpose like oil and water wrestle wordless, in this sweet salt sea of … Continue reading The Green sea Between Us
Love is like a promise, because it always lies. Love is like a candle, because it always goes out. Love is like a deal made in some back alley with nervous hands, fidget fingers, darting eyes, and deep pockets on long dirty coats -- because, it is full of compromise. Love is like a breeze, … Continue reading Compromise
Your greedy lips puckered to suck the last stale breath from the room before you proceeded about your ugly business of...
On that very same day I opened my hand to behold a smooth black pebble which bid that I should swallow it; because my heart sighed and told me that it was a strange medicine, I invited the stone and its work. First, the rock sunk into my gut and buried itself in my innards. … Continue reading Strange Medicine
Love is like the sky, open and painted with shades of blue. Smiling, merry, and wise. Mother to shreds of thin clouds that crawl and play at her patient feet, singing their soft songs to the chattering birds and whispering their secrets to the airy way; secrets that hum on the breeze and laugh blithely … Continue reading Like the Sky
Ever since I was born there has been a candle blooming over some distant rock; always the flame is born, crawls across...
Oh yes. I want to ruin everything...