Try and break me.

When the door slammed in my face it is as if it went through me. Knocked me to my senses. I almost stumbled. I waited at the bus stop and worried that it would take too long. I worried that something would pull me back.

The bus came in 8 minutes, but it felt like less. I got a seat, and looked out the window. When I first caught my reflection I was surprised that I was smiling. I may have been laughing at it all. I may have been thinking of what is to come. I may have been floating with all the weight I had left behind.

I drank too much. I paid too little. I remembered who made me feel good. I forgot what made me feel awful. The walk from the bar was where I faultered, but I bet you were surprised you couldn't break me down this time. I made some good choices last night. I know I could have made worse ones, in many ways.


This is how it is meant to be, and I'm breathing well.

Quotable

He asked me how his quotations could become "quotable." I told him a pretty bleak answer. "You have to die," I said with my best dry tone. This was one of the few times I was asked something, and my answer wasn't objected. He chuckled, and we both romanticized our own deaths. This was the last moment of substance we may have had.

What a great question, sir. But why ask something when you knew the answer already?

Warmth

That was the best sleep I have had in months. I am wide awake. I walked down the hallway and found the bathroom. I took a look at my body. I took a look at my face. Before going back I had to write this.

I have never felt so beautiful.

Drowsy.

These part time friends with their part time jobs are a fulltime headache in my double time world.

Q&A

And I've got this aversion about names and exes. I can't date someone who has the same name of someone I used to date. "What's in a name?" I know, I know. A rose would still smell as sweet if it were not called a rose. Or should I say, a corpse would still smell as pungent if it were not called a corpse.

But still, I can't do it, even though I have thought of the benefits it would bring. Observe:

1) Not calling the wrong name out during sex
2)You would be able to answer "yes" to the question "so are you and (insert same name here) still dating?" And upon hearing the answer you can revel in the dramatic irony.
3)You can regift anything you have which has been engraved with your initials or names.

Alright, that list is exhausted. Anyway, I just don't do it. Any more questions?

Dramatic Irony

It wasn't about the music.

Found poetry (ttc edition)

Spring Forward, Fall Back. Connect.

Be Everywhere.

You are not alone.