"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Skin and bones
the essence of me
the essence of you
nothing more.
and a heart and a soul?
An empty guess.
and me: animals--
something tangible
and yet just
an animal.

- - -

It's been a while. School is finished now and I'm settling into some sort of vegetative state. It's like my body is resetting, renewing all the energy and drive that I had last fall. I'm happy that the summer months are starting to look like fluid waves dancing on a calm ocean. I need a little while to just sleep and read and play guitar and write.

It feels good to write something just for the sake of writing it. I get tired of the knot I feel forming at my temple when I'm stessing about grades and that inevitable question: "Is this good enough?" Now it doesn't have to be good enough. My words can be mine again, for a few months at least.


  1. Yeah! Than the words to come are gonna be the best words ever!

  2. I mean *then* JB (gawdammit my grammar sucks).


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."