The Difference

Between what I want and what I need.
Between expectations and reality.
What's up with all this dualistic thinking?

The grass the grass the grass is so green.

Reflection
I am realizing the value in honesty. Not that I did not always know there was value in it. But when I'm really really honest with another human being and just lay it all out on the table. Vulnerability and all, I am quite clearly able to accept how things are after, there is nothing to regret. Lesson learned [check].

Observation
I genuinely feel pretty content right now. That's a good feeling.

Sitcome to come!!

deathcab morning

"i miss you"
"i'm sitting next to you"
"true. ....i miss you"

ha

i like this.

there are very few things in this world that are cetain.
i am certain that my car needs washed
i am certain that i need the sun and the rain and the trees
i know love comes first from within and loving myself (even if it sounds cheesy) is the best thing i can do for myself.

saw this on a church announcements sign "Mostly what God does is love us."


where do you think forgiveness comes from?
is bravery a mix of vulnerability courage and humility?

"love of mine some day you will die...but i'll be close behind...i'll follow you into the dark"

Thursday 6 May 2010 9:23

wanting to leave you there
sleeping or squirming
to run
to breathe
feel the cold surrounding my skin
and the blood slipping through veins
to return
to pick you up
where I'd left off
not to finish
not to start
only
to not declare the impossibility of something
parked between trees
sleeping beneath rocks
hands, knees, a mess of
I do not know
clarity
and the sands
are clearly running out against me
this is how I affirm again
explore interdepend experience
becoming

Life right now: Laid by James

this bed is on fire with passionate love
the neighbors complain about the noises above
but she only comes when she's on top

my therapist said not to see you no more
she said your like a disease without any cure
she said i'm so obsessed that i'm becoming a bore
oh no you think you're so pretty

caught your hand inside the till
slammed your fingers in the door
forked with kitchen knives and skewers

dressed me up in women's clothes
messed around with gender roles
dyed my eyes and called me pretty

moved out of the house
so you moved next door
i locked you out
you cut a hole in the wall

i found you sleeping next to me
i thought i was alone
you're driving me crazy
when are you coming home

<3