January 2010
8 posts
upenn
You have just finished your 300 page autobiography. Please submit page 217.
That was the last thing I remembered. The ice, the snow, and—most unforgettable of all—the cold are the only things imprinted in my mind after that point. If it were not for Iris, Carl, Robyn, and Brian, this chapter of my life probably would not exist in this book. Perhaps one of the most momentous experiences in my...
December 2009
12 posts
raining 12/13/2009
there is something all too enticing about the gloom that stretches on only to be broken by the red lights blinking on and off as rainy traffic inches its way carefully through puddles of water, puddles of memory. as the tires roll over, drops splatter, thoughts disseminate once again into the grey and rhythmic beat of water. easy as this, memories, feelings are lost, and just as easily, they are...
if i could do anyone
it would be either aphrodite or cleopatra.
disillusioned, yet again
firstly, fuck.
secondly, disillusion. i always thought there it was - you to break down my inhibitions, the dark past that held me in the shadows barring me from the happinesses that could be achieved. i thought you could free me, to teach me. perhaps this is just a relapse or a momentary happening and i am overreacting, but whatever it is, i am scared and cold and alone. instead, i am...
then end it
for one thing, a passing of tides brings rejoice, a temporary respite only. will this be the point where the sea of sorrow dries up, where only happiness shines through? but what will it reveal, a salty mess, some dead fish. but even this unhappy ending is an improbable wish.
it is my resolve to let go, to let the tides turn forever.
on the other hand, i am not apt to respond to the asking(s)....