30 September 2009
03 August 2009
27 May 2009
I lay in the pinstripe street light darkness into the early morning, and my bed did not seem big enough for me as I turned in uncomfortable thought. I strained, but the state of things appeared to me so pitiful that I could not make a sound. All day I had spent working and the day before and before--and forever before, I imagined in horror. My heart pounded as I pondered my terrible mirror future and a lifetime struggle between these two infinities in vain.
I graffitied my thoughts with hope; the red and white word whispered in my mind,
18 April 2009
When you finally came back and stepped out of that frigid, empty water, I didn't know whether to cry or just shout at you. I really thought you'd stay down forever, and all I could remember when you were gone--the only thing that I could see when I peered so far down--were your cold and lifeless eyes that Tuesday morning just a year ago. And when you showed me all that golden treasure you'd found while you trudged along the bottom, I finally started bawling. You couldn't understand, and how could you? I just laughed and said that there was mud in your shoes again, but this time I was just too glad to have you back.