here i sit alone, far away from myself
listening to the silence that i should be making
hearing only what i wanted to say
all leads to nothing.
April 06, 2010
February 05, 2010
Special Operations
Finding a job, a relationship, or any other basic requirement makes you feel like you finally joined the Secret Society of Normal People.
January 30, 2010
The Curator
The only gift that ever mattered to me was something written, something that can capture the moment of how they felt and how it felt. Today, I read the cards you wrote me, not to suffer, but to feel. I keep these memories close and safe and preserved, although I did have them stained with a bit of saline.
January 29, 2010
January 27, 2010
January 26, 2010
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