Tuesday, September 22, 2009

the next few days may be strangely defining, in multiple oddly converging ways.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

cold air neither still nor alive. pulling my sweater close, knees curled to my chest. i'm happy tonight.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

shadows catching against each other, accidental pleats. trying to erase a growing unreality. fabric catching on healing skin, already fading moment of electricity. touch reminds me again of the present, though merely my own.