same days forever

Originally written November 2018. Nothing about it is really novel. I’m grateful. Not in that everyday thanksgiving applause for the soothing appreciables around me. It’s a cryptic thanks that I can barely hold onto because I have to face ugly authenticity to keep it in my grasp. I’ve justified actions in my life. I’ve leaned […]

i’m tired of wasting moments talking about the tragedy of wasting moments.

Monday, November 12, 2007 it’s small today. this is definitely a brain vomit. i thought it; i wrote it. you won’t understand half of it. it’s intentional–because you can’t. but i write it in hopes that you will, because isn’t that the point? break ups are silly, until it’s your own turn. it’s hard to […]