This is About Abuse

Spoken by myself three years ago. I wish we thought this through… No, wait. There was nothing to think through, and I don’t think taking it slow would have helped either. I wish I could have seen it all in hindsight, but I was too busy pushing forward and the terminal velocity of my affections…

This Can Not Be a Metaphor About a Car’s Muffler

Oh, and another thing. Since when did anyone have to have irrevocable feelings for someone that makes them feel about the size of a pinhole? The thing about being a pinhole; there’s millions of them. There’s millions of you’s, bumping into them’s, feeling like this. It’s no big deal, but you have to keep it…

12/01

December 1st, 2015 Today I saw the world from the perspective of two cats. I laid on the floor and tried to see what it was like to feel small-real small. Not people small. We’re all small, maybe not in the eyes of some God or a politician, but in eachother’s. We see others as…

I wish this rhymed

I was so nervous. I don’t know if he was, he always seemed to have everything under control. From the moment I met him he felt safe. Not safe in the way that he was going to law school and was destined to wear suits to work and be financially stable. Which he wasn’t, no…