One Hundred Eighty-Five

I see you--the glow from your phone lighting the dark hollow space beneath the comforter. You look like a general plotting a brilliant campaign against a most formidable army, but do me a favor, hunh? When you plan your attack, count me in as an ally and not an adversary--I've already sworn allegiance to your love.

One Hundred Eighty-Four

this is this

One Hundred Eighty-Three

I'm worried about you.

One Hundred Eighty-Two

What happened to this day? How the Hell did it get to be thursday when wednesday was untended to? Did you take it, remove the day from my memory? I went to sleep tuesday night--I was sure of it, and I thought I saw you standing against the window on wednesday, but now its 3:47 on thursday afternoon and I've lost a whole day---fuck

One Hundred Eighty-One

Holding the place for what, another short blog about connection, or, lack of? It's always the same, it's okay, it's not okay. One day they're on, the next they're off. It's all about the trust really and I'll tell you, right about now I'm telling whatever powers that control love that I've learned my lesson. I get it. Without trust there is nothing.

One Hundred Eighty

I don't know where I've been or what I've done. Too much life is crammed inside my head, and without some sort of drain, I'll never be able to get to the memories that lie along the bottom of my experience.

One Hundred Seventy-Nine

I'm looking forward to seeing you. I won't cause any problems, or do you any harm--as if I ever would. I just want to hold your hand and walk near the shore of the bay. My goal, is to listen--asking questions where I don't understand, but mainly just listen. I want your voice Kate, I want the notes of your words so I can place them like bread crumbs along my daily path--pictures of sounds stashed along the road of my meditation. I know it seems crazy, but when you really love someone, you can do anything, and I do really love you.