Thursday, January 26, 2012


In the wake of the mystery a stranger says to me, "Don't worry, baby. Just trust me." and I do.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

You Don't Only Steal My Sanity

I'm not sure what the next step is. I'd ask for your help but my voice can't be heard from where you are, and now I'm afraid that I'll have to be my own salvation. I feel regret for having brought us here, but once something is's know the rest.


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

It's Painful

I didn't think.
I didn't think much on coming back.
I didn't think much on coming back to all of this.
I didn't think much about how bittersweet it could be.

Alas, the time has come and I have to think about it now.

But this city knows me well. Upon returning she offered me several gifts of appreciation; mostly in the form of irreplaceable memories. She also offered up some old gifts, ones I had thrown to the wayside, ones I took to the local thrift shop when I decided to change lives. I found them scattered all along the streets, and as I drive, they flood my brain like a Mississippi rainstorm can flood a field: changing the state of its crops forever. I don't know if I like it. I guess I didn't think much about that.