The Elegance of Consequence.

Paralysis. Utter shock and disbelief. The familiarity of disappointment. The hospitality of the desperate. Complete judgment from the ignorant but not the ignored. Unsimplified motives changing human interaction. Snare, bass, snare. Paralysis.

Solitaire

It always seems to happen this way... at first it was 1 week, the next was 2. Both were tough, for different reasons, and in hindsight it seems a little unreasonable for certain people. But the toughest thing I'll ever be forced to endure is this next one. The person who has become a big part of my day-to-day, something I've only let happen to a very small degree once before, is leaving for 2 months.

There is only so much time before she leaves. I have a few weeks before she's out of my reach. i won't be able to touch her face and hear her voice. I guess this is the relationship's first down, it was bound to happy but it won't change us, i know that.

Tarnished

In the weeks leading to the most merry day of the year, I feel, sunken. That's a decent way to describe how it feels. I mean, I'm exhausted from my new job, and the bridges from the previous one have been all but burned... I got my relève d'emploi in the mail today... its cool I guess. Its just another way to look back at all the things that I've done...

Help me out yeah
You know you gotta help me out
Don't you put me on the back burner...