February 2010
109 posts
January 2010
93 posts
“Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?”
Let's Go on an Adventure!
That Term.
I get very afraid to use That Term to describe us. If I do, I may jinx it and then everything will fall apart.
Ignorance is bliss...
Maybe I was better off when I didn’t know people actually read this. Now, I am just overly concerned with being too expressive and seeming too sappy. I don’t know. It was easier when I could just say how much I love it when you look at me and smile and I can tell that the feelings are mutual without feeling silly and irrelevant, or when I could talk freely about how much it upsets me...
Lucid Reality.
Sometimes I wake up and forget that this isn’t a dream.
Pissed Off at 3 AM
Rather than post the long letter I wrote during my 10:00 class, I have this picture of a cat.
It is just for you.
DULL CATS>
The End.
I have always been one to anticipate the end. I sometimes lie awake in bed and imagine what it would feel like to have my father die or my sister kidnapped, or giving birth to a baby that never had a chance to breathe. I just imagine the horrible ending to any beautiful situation I may find myself in. So when you see that empty-eyed and exhausted look on my face that causes you to ask if...
Daunting.
This feels very unreal. Washed-out over-exposed sepia tones… As if it will end when the weekend comes, and we will have to say our awkward goodbyes and then spend the next four weeks saying how much we miss each other. I’m bracing myself for something that probably doesn’t even exist. Give me a sign? That this is remotely real, and will be for as long as we allow it?
It is brighter than usual.
This is what being with you is like.
...
Home.
I’m back where I belong.
I can’t wait to show you my blacks and...
A note on my Organs:
My heart beats for a few and tingles for some and these may be far and few between. And you may beat and tingle for many or for few or even for one. But my heart, you see, has an endless ability to expand. Like Mary Poppins’ bag, it is. Ever-expanding, ever-growing, making room for anyone willing to make the squeeze.