October 15, 2008

         The smell of tea resonates deeply within me. It reminds me of mornings when I am sick, when I have to succumb to my body and surrender all mental ability to everything that is out of my control like car accidents and who my grandparents are. Tea reminds me of beauty, of Joni Mitchell and old photographs and sleeping in my underwear.
        I hopelessly love silences and seasons and nighttime. I adore instrumental music and French literature and big trees on a city block. I love still water and being afraid and human connection. Drink up (I want to be free). Explore (I want to be boundless). I need to keep writing or else I will be stagnant.

February 29, 2008


“I can’t relate to this world. I’m not bored enough.” – Of Montreal


November 1, 2007

Every time one thinks, that thought exists.
That scene envisioned exists.
That person imagined exists.
Reality is only a fraction of what
Is real.