late at night, i couldn't even see the screen, i was lost

the door shuts

more leaving

to a friend, on a long drive

i can't decide whether to stay or go

i am very tired and i haven't written anything in a long time.

sleepless

a few weeks ago, mistaken identity crisis

it's 4 am, i'm restless, bored, rhyming words to fall asleep

to a brother, i said i would write to.

a manifesto. several chapters, read through.

the ways of faith, of reassuring. what is goodness? what is safe?

i hate summaries

well..

segments

to my sister

oh

i'm drained

exhausted

classic example of

small and shivering on the back porch

mixed up

hush

there is no summary for this junk

ten minutes?

history class and my love life

my dreams are always so fantastic

this is a haiku story. i love you.

i am a woman of dirt, a girl of rocks, a child of sand

who taught you how to love, anyways?

hmm

i was writing and then something happened and i lost it.. so... this is obviously all about my emotional problems. i'll probably fix it someday, like actually write it.

"last weekend my knees cried out for his elbows" a half-hour thought, a shoddy excuse for a poem, a keening for one that i miss.

your eyes were straining from the sadness that you hid/i never opened my mouth but now i wish i did

i miss, i missed.

california, here we come