April 2010
Missed connections worthy?
I went to the hospital today with my dad because he was having a procedure done and he needed someone to drive him home. I really didn’t want to be there because I hate, hate, HATE hospitals. I hate the smell, the old people, dying old people, it just creeps me out. But it wasn’t like this at all.
There was this guy name, a guy who’s name I found out later was Eric. I heard him...
His skin soft like cotton and her hair the color of wheat, they grew up in the summer of ‘39. His mother grew weary and her father, a military man. Canteens filled with whiskey, they trecked along the river bank. They watched the deer’s lips reach down to drink the cool water while he dreamt of kissing her lips, only hers. The summer of ‘39 turned into the summer of...
I miss my friends.
Yeah.
I’ve had an ephiphany. Well, I think I’ve had this ephiphany many times before, yet it really dawns on me now. The guy of my dreams, the perfect guy for me, is probably a gay drag queen. Wanting to be with a guy who doesn’t view women as meat, who is completely understanding and loves me for me is like explaining your girl best-friend. Don’t get me wrong, I love my gays....
Languid
Apprehensive to fly—we sink and then our wings turn to tentacles. Listless, hopeless, I am going to fly soon. But now I’ll float and live under your guard.
