Please god, make me a stone.

01:15 on June 3, 2009

Remember when we were 19, and there was that three day long blizzard in April? The electricity was out, so we lit candles. You sang while I played Ziggy Stardust on my acoustic. The memory is so vivid. The new strings too stiff under my fingertips, the warmth of the wood against my bare arm, the air thick with the scent of beeswax, snow whooshing against the windows, your voice, smiling.

I've lost so many things since then, foolishly abandoned others, silly dreams, all silly dreams.

03:10 on April 1, 2009

There isn't a single soul that I can truly call friend.

20:19 on March 22, 2009

I awake, and find myself walking barefoot through a birch wood forest, the ground a cool, viridian blanket of moss. The moon is so bright, so clear, I yearn to embrace it's shining face. The trees bend low and lift me high above their starry crowns, where fireflies ebb and flow like waves on the sea. I reach for the clouds, the moon, the stars. I close my eyes and whisper all my secrets to the trees.

15:42 on March 17, 2009

The deep night softens,
Shadowy beauty stirs,
The moon burns with light.

Grey, misty rain falls,
Lush, verdant landscapes emerge,
Sleeping flowers stir.

Little leaves reaching
toward the sun, confident
in their sweet greenness.

19:07 on March 3, 2009

After the funeral, we washed dishes. As I dried the red plastic bowl, etched with lines from use and age, I was 8 years old again. Summer vacation, picking vegetables from gramma's garden. Glorious days filled with happiness and kindness and wisdom only a gramma can share.

05:22 on December 9, 2003