I blame the moon. It’s 3am and here I am, staring at the shadowed ceiling from my pillow. She beckons and woos me, drawing on my blood and skin to come outside and bask in her light, dance under her mysterious blue reflection. She plays peekaboo with the sun, always pointing back to him, always …
Fall is coming, my friends... and with it the wistful hope of dying things. I dreamed about my sister last night... that we were at a family get together but I spent all my time doing other, stupid things and then realized as we were all getting in line for a big family picture, that …
a friend of mine told me i should start a blog. she said no one had anything to say that she was interested in, and i wrote interesting things... i do after-all want to be a writer... or am a writer. i guess the problem comes in when you come down to the issue of …
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