Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Standing outside of a conversation I'm not going to look inside of.

Some new beginnings are grand adventures. Grand scary terrifying but I know you can do it because you walk around with all your brains in adventures.

Some new beginnnings are sick to your stomache gawd awful couldn't I find a better way dismal grey days.

Sometimes you just stand and stare at the door.

He's right about it all but he doesn't realize, it's not a choice I made, it was the experience of being me and there is something lonely about trying to share a brain.
I don't sit around dreaming about ways to get out or get away I sit around dreaming about ways to get to.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

When you say that to me I want to crawl inside the words.





When did I learn to logic the magic out of the magical?