January 2011
23 posts
on familiarity.
Today I felt like I was reintroduced into society. After a monotonous line up of work, renting movies, eating, and sleeping, I finally found a break and was put back into the society I stepped out of. It’s weird to think that, the more time you spend alone, the more time you’re okay with being alone. But the truth is that you need conversation with someone other than your conscience. You need...
I can’t wait to h.a.t.e. you
thoughts while cooking eggs.
My days used to sound like your advice. My mornings used to sound like your failed attempts at quiet breathes as you peeked into my bed before you went to work. Now all I hear are my regrets. All I hear are the arguments we had and the things I said but didn’t mean and, loudest of all, I hear the things I meant to say but never said.
My days used to feel consistent. I used to be able to run...
i'm bored.
I’m bored. So, let’s skydive. Let’s go rafting. What about riding horses? I’ve never done that … successfully. Let’s call in sick for work and spend the entire day walking from gum ball machine to gum ball machine. Or maybe we can each buy a telescope, climb to a look out point, and look out. Let’s buy ikea furniture, the most complicated one. Assemble...
good find. goodnight.
“you captivate me to the fullest extent of my extremities you motivate me to move beyond the limitations of my mobility”
