Wednesday, August 15, 2007


Four posts in eight months. Pitiful.

I have so not kept up with the New Year's Resolutions.

More to come. Just organizing the dreadful from the survivable.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

gone away

Something is stuck. Somewhere between my diaphragm and my throat, but closer to my throat. Its edges billow up every now and then and catch me short of breath. It’s been there for months, waiting for its release.

I was sure I’d gotten it all out months ago. That the crying and the screaming would’ve rid me from this sinking feeling. But it remains. Tear soaked pillows in the middle of the night, and sad songs have done nothing to ease this pain. Pretending you’re traveling in some far off land has done nothing to comfort me.

You’re just not here anymore.