Wednesday, April 13, 2011
It could have been easier, or more successful, or less injurious, or more beneficial to both of us, if only we had handled ourselves by using skills that are outside the scope of our emotional experience. In other words, if we were two entirely different people we probably wouldn't be having these issues.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
I'm supposed to be writing, but off the page I run my tongue along your collar bone and trickle its pointy end up the length of your neck. My hand, not on the keys, is tangled in your hair pulling your head back exposing your throat. I can't work with you here. My concentration is shit. Couldn't we just make out?
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
The coffee, as some describe bitter, does nothing to open my mind. It's a time for thinking, reflection, and yet the emptiness of contentment allows no passage for a thought. Is this what it is to be spiritual or am I devoid of spirit? Even this question holds no purchase over the day.