December 2011
3 posts
Exes Mark The Spot
I’ve gotten a few anonymous messages asking me about who I love and what have you, but I’m not going to answer because these feelings and thoughts I have belong to me and I would feel robbed of their meaning the moment I allow my feelings to belong to another. The world can read my thoughts but I’ll keep the names to myself.
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Loony Bin
There is no real glory in institutionalization; there’s no grand dramatic accomplishment from being locked up in a room smaller than a prison cell (although the bed is nicer.) One doesn’t learn anything from the other patients that they couldn’t pick up from a few minutes next to the homeless guy who offers to sing an out-of-key tune for a quarter. There is no depressive reality...
Anonymous asked: Why don't you tell the girl how you feel?
November 2011
3 posts
Death
A friend lost a long battle with a bad heart the other night. He was one of those truly good-hearted people who was there for everyone he knew. I can only hope that he now rests in a place that knows no suffering.
They say bad things happen to good people and his example affirms the adage. I’ve always hoped that bad things happen to bad people and the universe operates with a sense of...
Returns
I loved a girl once.
I’ve moved from that home and created another since my time with her. I don’t even have the same bed I shared with her yet, some days I wake feeling as if nothing ever changed. I think she will be there when I turn over and the sun will still be peeking through the window, highlighting her red hair.
I could feel a change in my bones when I was with her; my love...