An Organized State of Disaster

Under creation So many things are in the works at the moment, so many dreams half created cluttering up our lives. But for me, at least...

Hello,  The run down of my day. I called you first thing to cry, thank you, I don't think I can ever say that enough to you and p...

Last night I went to a bar, down on a dirty street filled with people I did not feel like touching. Even brushing against really. Does ...

         Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of a death, a friend of a friend. I knew him, not especially well, but my frie...

I feel like I have been running with scissors. Or maybe the scissors have been running with me. I feel connections; the threads that held m...

And the rain begins. Today felt very much like the beginning of something long and drawn out.   Odd that inside of the...