So, I'm packing today getting ready to go home and in the top drawer of my dresser, I found this scrawled on top of a vocabulary review from environmental science in the eleventh grade, along with pictures of my fashionable friend Tiffany, now a Paul Mitchell stylist, wearing leopard print socks with blue pumas (epic, blackmail-worthy!) and a pin from Germany: "if the universe is chaotic entropy why do we force order?"

Fitting. No answers yet, precocious little self.


I Believe in Horizons Now

Pour A Little Salt, We Were Never Here

I told you to be patient/ I told you to be fine/ I told you to be balanced/ I told you to be kind/ Now all your love is wasted?/ Then who the hell was I?/ Now I'm breaking at the britches/ And at the end of all your lines/ Who will love you?/ Who will fight?/ Who will fall far behind?

I feel your hurt, I think it hums between us or hovers like breath. Osmosis between our bodies, I suppose, permeable brief monuments that they are. How many things close to prayer have been whispered silently for you, earnestly, by this eternal skeptic! I'm amazed at how much pain this causes me; two calendar pages, a few handfuls of weeks, the first Wednesday of November - all just foreign-sounding words that aren't proportionate to what I feel for you. You're still all tore up, though, and need to make your own happiness before you can even begin to worry about anyone else's. What a sweet mess you are.

So Much Time to Forget

El gato climbs outside of my window on Christmas Eve day, what beautiful weather it was, what a lovely kitcat she was, a gray dear, all chirping and purrs.
Why this is in a bar bathroom is beyond me, other than perhaps to mess with the occasional drunk girl that looks up (read: me)


Books and Equations Are Only Part

The older I get, the more I learn and the less I know. This world overwhelms me.


More like the trees and less like the clouds (stop moving around so much)


Furry Burry Babies

My little loves, how I hate to be apart from you.


Arbeit Macht Frei

"The world's greatest reminder - physical reminder - of what we are capable of doing to each other,".

Large Scale, Small Scale
(for everything there is a word/ for everything but this)


The End and the Beginning

All of my friends are scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind.


Henry V

All things are ready if our minds be so.