I'm late. Late to write this, late to go to sleep, late to wake up, late for work, hell, even late for the prom. No, I haven't forgotten about you. I've been waiting for the right time. For the rain to come back. Dreary days and sunny smiles, anxious to hear the pitter patter and … Continue reading State of the Boat. #11
Your reflection briefly passes on the blank television screen. The lights are off, which makes it that much more eerie. "Carol?" I call towards the doorway from my bathroom. Wet and cold, dripping with water fresh from the shower; I feel so vulnerable. The reflection shows again, walking past the lighted doorway mirroring me. A … Continue reading Your Face Is Momentary.
I've been thinking of how to respond. With humor? Empathy? Sadness? I suppose I chose all three, and then some. And why not? I've got all the time in the world, as long as it doesn't go past another 15 minutes. I'll skip the shower today. Hopefully everyone will understand. I really hope they understand. … Continue reading Luckily, I Can Swim
We should all be loyal to the nightmare of our choice. - Joey
His brown aviator glasses hanging carelessly from the second button down. Beige cargo shorts and sandals with black socks; his tan line looks recent.
Well, a few days early but why not go ahead and write it since I'm up anyway? See, insomnia isn't always such a bad thing. Dude, the keys to my keyboard are getting kinda slick. It's actually pretty disgusting. No seriously, it's really grossing me out right now. Sorry, I'm kind of a germophobe. So! … Continue reading State of the Boat. #10
“What do you wanna do, baby?” Shiella says, caressing his thigh with her right hand. Her left goes up to his arm, slowly moving her hand back and forth across his skin. She leans in close to him, lightly kissing his neck next to the pink fabric of his shirt.