Admitting no pattern

This grad school thing is far too disheartening.
I believe I'm capable of doing it, I have the will and desire.

But its just this one thing that worries me.

I have one letter of recommendation I can ask for. One, and it's not even academic. I don't have ANYONE I can ask for one of those. Seriously. The last time I asked one of my old professors, she gave me a cold shoulder. I guess I could ask Cole Swensen, but she probably doesn't even remember me, and I certainly wasn't the model student (I did get an A, but that's not the point) If only I could remember the name of the professor whose World Politics class I aced way back in the day. Like, 9 years ago. Feck.

Do you want me?

I would like to stop

No more despair.

This experiment has gone on long enough.

I have too much inside me.



The asteroid has left our daylight.

Toast to all this misfortune and creativity.

"We should say 'hello' to each other more often."


"We will remain, after everything has been washed away."



I have a horrible task ahead of me. I believe it is time for me to break up with my girlfriend. I love her, I love her, I love her buts becoming not enough. Its not enough for me to feel all these things. There always feel like something is missing. 986 out of 1000 pieces fell from the box. This can't be true. I'm going to break her heart, along with my own.

The fields are a light for the sky.
Blink, blink, blink.

will melt

There and back again.
A tale without end.
Sights and sounds that bend.

If I couldn't stay, I wouldn't leave.
I'd find a way to sleep where waves
barely move sand.



I can't find it.
Its just a falling promise
where once I was brilliant and crisp
and now am gray with ash and hair.
I think I need to move again. I think I'd like to live in Paris for a while. Would anyone like to move there with me? I could use a creative roommate, someone who can show me how to retap the ether.

Its crazy enough to work.