Knowing myself like I do, I know that something’s not quite right. There’s a bit of an offness in the internal dialogue. I can’t put my finger on it, it’s just a wrong that’s seeping around the edges. Like light under a door. There’s a quality of lightness; you know that somewhere on the other …
She had strange dreams in his bed. Not nightmares, but dreams full of tension and hurt that didn’t belong to her. He’d feel her shifting in the night, tangled in the sheets and he’d pull her into his side, cradling her body against his. She’d sigh. They’d drift apart and the dreamswould start all over. …
Friday is the worst. Thinking about that drive, waiting to hear what I already knew. The feeling of having to be “okay” because no one needed to know. The feeling that maybe it was going to be okay because I hadn’t heard. Then knowing it was over. I really think Fridays are the worst. Another …
He was pushing her away. He did that. She wasn’t having it. It was difficult to convince him that she wasn’t like the others. She didn’t want to own him or change him or make him into something he had no desire to be. She wanted him the way he was when she’d met him; …
Sometimes I’ll catch you and later you can catch me. It’s a good feeling knowing someone’s there to pull the cord when I forget to.
It’s after midnight, closerto 1:00 am and I’m sitting in the dark full of thoughts about how loss is all around us all the time. It’s not a great way to wake up. I can’t see a time when this won’t be who I am. I think about tomorrow (today) and try to plan ways …
he struggled for weeks to figure out exactly when it happened. Even when he looked back for the moment when they stopped being friends and she came to his bed, he couldn’t pinpoint the switch. It just was. She was completely remaking him and he was both terrified and exhilarated by the prospect. Each time …
Look at me! 12:01 and I’m already over today.
Im trying not to wade into political debates this year. I’ve decided that my politics are just that; my politics. And to be quite frank, I don’t really have any hard and fast alignments other than “don’t be a dick” and “be a good neighbor”. I consider those pretty easy to do at the personal …
When wanting to know a person is the scariest thing you’ve ever experienced. And then you know them and the scariest thing is losing them. And then you lose them and the scariest thing is having to go on without knowing who they become without you.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 