When the well runs dry, the nomad migrates. But if the barren landscape is within, where can one turn?

You’re more than a story.

I still believe in God; the teachings of Jesus even, but the rest of Christianity... its Bible, its churches, its dogma – only sets up boundaries between people and cultures. It denies the beauty of being HUMAN, and it ignores all these GAPS that need to be filled in by the individual.

We experience a discomfort that may be foreign to others, but that pain opens up a world of beauty. Wouldn’t you think?

I promise-ted I’d care up for him downwise ’til the tailend of time.

I was grateful for cereal – the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

And that’s my comfort – that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was REAL and not merely a dream?

Maybe I’m sad about wanting you. I’m not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn’t very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it’s still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it’s easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.