January 2009
Missing
It’s come across my mind that I’ve never missed anyone before. To be honest, I always knew they’d return body and/or soul. What I miss are the moments, cooked up in mischief and perfection. Those silent, wavering moments, those that are fleeting, drifting. I miss the first time we really met. I miss our long car rides to the beach and our longer walks. I miss the sand in our...
erase
what if i could just erase it all, erase it all for you, erase it all for us? silence all the noise. take back all the fender benders, the small collisions and embrace. let’s go back, go back together. we’ll begin as we ended. forget the distractions-the shoulds, the needs, and the expectation. life starts here, life starts now. so let’s plow the soil and plant the seeds, harvest...
what if?
what would you think of me if i had no tongue, no whispers, no words, no speech? if i had no way to communicate, but a pair of eyes? what if all i was was a brain sloshing in my head and a quickly beating heart. what if all i had were hands and feet? would you help me make sandcastles in the august heat? if all i was was silence, would stick around? would you stay if all i had was intention though...