what is love ?

01/31/2011 § Leave a comment

love liberates, she writes, love doesn’t hold but instead gives freedom. another reminds me that love demands protection, that it will die if you do not safeguard it.

not just romantic love, but love love.

while these two thoughts could seem, on the surface, at war with one another, i understand and believe both, though i have been unsure how to operate under these terms.

having said that, one thing has been made clear to me as of late:

he looks happy.

pictures of his laughing, smiling face float in the online universe like exploding stars begging me to smile back. he made a decision to live a life without me in it, not just without me as a partner but without me as a friend, and he seems to be doing well. better, even.

that’s what i want for him, finally — to be happy. that, i’m sure of, and can’t justify asking for more.

maybe that’s what love is.


the day is coming.

01/17/2011 § Leave a comment

i don’t want to be angry anymore.


08/26/2010 § Leave a comment

melissa textor

you build them up, they break you down.
mountains, valleys.



08/26/2010 § Leave a comment

helena sundin

long ago i dreamt that i would be, one day.

but i’m learning that

if nothing hurt, nothing would matter.

i think.

the very last line:

08/25/2010 § 1 Comment

“i’m going to go find my next story.”

life is just a string of stories, isn’t it ? we move on from one, and on towards another. like a boat in the middle of the ocean — rocking between waves, through the storms.

tales of miracles and monsters.

03/21/2010 § 1 Comment

“Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas – abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken – and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.”


it’s hard to make the good things last.

03/13/2010 § Leave a comment


it rains but the dreams are slowly returning.

another part of me is quiet tonight, for the empty chair a stranger left behind. we never met, but i could see what she saw. she saw such beautiful things, it makes the heart even heavier. she was only a year older. and now what ? what else can you do but fight even harder to make it worth it ? that’s what she’d want from other dreamers, i think.

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