EOL

"Mother" harkens to the memory of home and hearth, but today reminds me that sometime soon, I will no longer have a home to return to.

I Just Want To Hug Her

Going through old notebooks is like plunging face-first into the mind of a girl going through an amazing array of life changing experiences but is not aware of the long reaching affect they will have on her.

Arachnoid Death Spasms

I think that my neighbor-lady killed my writing spider and, if I am able to confirm this, I may never speak to her again.

It Has Been A Long Time

The last traces of my sun-and-surf bleached-blond hair are nearing the end of their existence and, once they are gone, I will have no record of my time there.

Forever Gone Is The Idealized Mother Of My Childhood

The more I work on this post, wording and rewording the same thoughts over and over again, the more I come to realize that it all boils down to this: after my experience in Virginia, I will never look at my mother the same way again.

Just Because You Don't Want It To Be True Doesn't Make It So

The Yangtze River Dolphin may very well be extinct now because of the senseless destruction humans seem to spawn everywhere they roam and I cannot help but hope that they have secretly escaped their fate, even as I mourn their passing.

When Life And Computers Exist In Parallel

To update and restart but risk losing everything or to live with not ever knowing of what might have been: which is worse?

Colors

Here's a cheery thought: imagine the day that we look through our telescopes and discover that our red shift has gone blue.