the end

the sound of loneliness

I would say something, but I know you don't care what I say

so I don't...but I'll blame myself if something happens.

we used to know each other...

now we have set times to talk, and I have a blog that makes you think you know me.

it seems like so long ago.

up all night

"...this is a story about books."

"About books?"

"About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn in, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind."

I should call you...

karma

my horoscope for today:

"You need to slow down and cut back your schedule just a bit -- things are getting a little out of hand! Say no a few times just to practice, so you can say it and mean it when the time is right."

down in history

This has been one of the happiest weeks of my entire life.

thank you...I couldn't ask for anything more.

jardín

"When I'm out there at night, I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and my fingernails, everything, it's like I'm full of electricity and I'm glowing in the dark--I'm on fire almost--I'm burning away to nothing--but it doesn't matter because I know exactly where I am."

Passion.

"He was a slim, dead, almost dainty young man of about twenty. He lay with one leg bent beneath him, his jaw in his throat, his face neither expressive nor inexpressive. One eye was shut. The other was a star-shaped hole."

Like yesterday.

"You're a shadow. You slip out of your own skin, like molting, shedding your own history and your own future, leaving behind everything you ever were or wanted or believed in."

Running...

thoughts.

When I said I will think about it every day, I believed it. Later, I thought I was being dramatic. Now, I know that it is true.