December 2010
15 posts
Sex and good coffee are no-fail hangover cures.
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Growing old, II
Being back in Brandon makes me realize how much I do not belong. And while I am endlessly appreciative of my parents and their everlasting supply of coffee and wine, I will not return to Tampa as they had once hoped. Thankfully, they have embraced mine and my sister’s life paths: hers, being a boulder-loving free spirit; mine, being a city-dwelling…free spirit.
Weather permitting I...
a brief departure
I am going to miss my lovely apartment, those nights where I stare up at the sky scrapers in awe, the pulse that flows from the city into my veins.
this is a test.
You thought “It’s not happening” could mean “It might happen.”
I couldn’t even look at you. You held my face, asked me gently, but nothing could force my eyes to move. How did you not see my strength and my stubbornness there?
It is my fault for trusting you. I didn’t know you, like you didn’t know me; I didn’t realize your actions would not...
your yard, and that studded belt.
Even in the dream you were apprehensive. When I reflect I wonder how I didn’t see it, or how I managed to disillusion myself for so long.
There are times
when you know.
This time, I can identify the stages. It is in the back of my mind. I think it and do not feel foolish. I do not feel like I am lying to myself. But I am waiting for that moment, like the last, when the thought floats across my mind without my conscious thinking and a clear ringing voice pronounces it, solidifies it.
This time there is no fear, no anxiety, no expiration date. All...
Sitting on a couch in the back of an old EMS vehicle discussing gumshoes, mattresses and anesthesia with two hipsters, I realized how easy it is to find happiness. But there’s one thing that deceives people, prevents it from existing unconditionally in there life:
Fear.
You will be hurt. You will fail. You will fall. But even if you are looking up at your lowest low, can’t you see...
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growing old, I
The girlish excitement that overtook when I saw the dance floor should have been elevated by the drinks, the crowd, the feeling of his hand on my back and his breath on my neck.
It wasn’t.
Instead, all I could think was this does not belong.