one step back.

ok paula abdul. lets take a step back. and see where that goes. i’ll give you three guesses. hopefully one of them is backwards.

if...

you loved me as you said you do, you would never want to go.

beauty...

i know the world.
have accepted it in my heart,
and my heart’s place has been
duly noted.

owing nothing, we co-exist.
lacking hatred or passion,
we are mutually uninterested:
it is a lack of faith.

i am so confused.

brain muddled from the long flight and tired both physically and now emotionally too, from the fighting, from the drama, and i just have no stamina left. i am too sore. so why do i still care?

jesus cold tired

it is practically snowing here, with a cold rain that has been sputtering along for 3 days. i just couldn't sleep, i've been up for a few hours already. i really don't quite understand why people live in the snow, in the cold. i guess it is just a lack of options, the california coast wouldn't be so hot if 300 million americans lived there in giant skyscrapers, ditto for south florida. although that would make for a more amusing hurricane season...

all i know is, jesus, i am cold and tired. time to get up and adjust the thermostat.

why have...

i forgotten how to fall asleep? perhaps this is the proof of a soul that i have been holding out for.

and yet she hates poetry...

the driftwood tentacles that grasp the sandless shore
tell stories
each and every one,
about from where and when they were discarded...

i can't believe...

that this is happening again.