Rows and rows of empty boxes,
waiting for their fills.
Peace, alone, time to waste,
and this handful of pills.
I used to keep a small paper notebook with me at all times. Throughout the day I'd often pull it out quickly to jot down an idea, a daydream, the remnants of a short story flashing through my mind, [...]
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keeping forever
every moment
This morning, I am just blah. I feel like I'm not doing enough or being enough of anything. Despite having more of it, I feel like my time with Celeste is more rushed and less interesting. I feel the same for what little time I have for myself. I have so much I want to [...]
first train home, I've got to get on it
It's saddening and maddening to realize that, these days, nearly every frustration I face is merely a byproduct of a time and work based society without control over our own timeline. Our ancestors did not face these stresses. At one point did we become so dependent on progress that we failed to realize that what [...]
better?
A friend recently told me that my brain runs too fast analyzing what's being said and thinking of what to say next that it makes it hard for me to be a good listener. She's probably right. I had always thought that knowing exactly what to say at the right time is what sorted out [...]
weekend recap
Sometimes I have to go back and read my last entry just to remember where I left off. I have more to say than I have time to write. That's probably for the best.
Friday
So, as I mentioned last time, Friday was filled with swimming at the lake, Fireworks, and good friends.
Saturday
Saturday morning we went to [...]
little pieces
You might be surprised at how many times I've sat down to write as I am now, and the first things I've typed have said something to indicate that I had no idea what I was going to write and I hoped that, in the end, it was at least a little interesting for you, [...]
places we go
There are places we go, deep in the woods, in a song, in our minds.
The movement of arms and the pulling of shirt halts the dream.
Reality snaps back in place: A soft smile under dark glasses.
A closed fist and a deep breath bring peace again. Temporarily.
Count to 10. Suddenly it almost didn't happen.
Almost.
Vacation, Day VIII
Both Celeste and I slept in a bit. I woke up to her looking in my face and saying "da da". Strange, because I'm usually the first one up. The weather was BEAUTIFUL so, after a quick breakfast we went for a walk to play at the park. Warm sun, cool breezes, morning light, my [...]
Vacation, Day VII
I decided to extend my vacation through until Sunday and, in that, include Celeste as much as I could for the last few days. We got up bright and early Friday morning, did our usual good morning, potty, breakfast routine. Then we got ourselves ready and piled into the car.
Our first stop was for coffee [...]
Texas Coast, Day I
Fuel for Paranoia
It would be an understatement to say that I am generally paranoid. I spent most of yesterday morning packing for my trip and contemplating whether I should just call the whole thing off and stay in Dallas in case something happened or I was needed in some way.
About 2 hours after we hit [...]