when i grow up, i want to remember that i always wanted to be about a thousand different things; that one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. when i grow up, i hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway

Thursday, February 25, 2010

If I was half as talented as this young lady I'd be content with my
writing. She is phenomenal. An unbelievable performer and
amazing person.




Sunday, February 14, 2010

Coming over you like a morning fog. Heavy. Dense. Yet somehow fragile as it takes the breath from your lungs. It's choppy; getting caught between your ribs - making it hard to breathe - to remember why you've kept a barrier from your heart. A wall to protect you from a feeling that warms your chest but shatters the delicate fibers that create its essence.