Tracing my lips through the case of your soul
Carefully unlocking  every door you've closed
I want to sit with you in silence and learn everything about you that can't be said through common words
To simply be with you, living separate and whole, is everything that I hope for and dread all at the same time.

S&V

Subjectivity is a love affair waiting to happen
Vulnerability is its temptress
When they meet their clothes fall to the floor instantly
They both stand there waiting anxiously for whats to come
Is love really in the eye of the beholder or is it in the ones that are lonely enough at the time to just fall...

How would you like your eggs?

I see my life bleeding out like an over easy egg.
 Escaping from all corners with no chance of being saved.
Sometimes I just want to scream,
"Look at me, watch, I'm bleeding out for all of you to see, falling to pieces at the seams."
Soon I'll be dry as a bone
All of my secrets in a yoked up pool
Surrounded by everyone and waiting to be dipped into.
That's why I prefer most days to carry myself as a poached egg
All of my contents held up inside, sticking to the white walls that make me whole.

Those things we hold onto that just feel like home.

Recently I made a post asking people what their happiness was. Though I was hoping for a bit more content in the responses I can't say that any of the replies I received were insignificant. There was the common "my friends" reply which is most definitely true and holds a great deal of importance in ones happiness. There was my cats, music, and a few "That's a good question" replies as well. Personally I believe it is a fantastic question and one that you should ask yourself daily. Too often do we get swept up in the day to day hum drum that we have deemed ever so important in making our lives go round. So what is your happiness? What makes you feel alive and puts a subtle but true smile on your face for no apparent reason. For me its those things that we hold onto that just feel like home.


The smell of clean cotton, clear blue skies, a warm scarf around your neck, and hot plates at the dinner table. Long conversations that mean something without trying, mutual understandings that go unsaid, arguments that will go nowhere. Fresh flowers, coffee (hot or cold), a good book, and the act of doing nothing. The calmness of a persons face before they start their day, the first time it snows and the first day that all the snow melts away. All of the highs and almost all of the lows. The things that make you remember that we are all but a spec in the entire universe. Comprehending that there were many before you and that there will be many after you; and that all of "this" is really so trivial, but so damn important at the same time. Birds chirping, the adrenaline rush you get when you know your running late, making a stranger laugh, or better yet having a stranger make you laugh. Waking up next to someone and getting closer to them before falling back out of consciousness. Feeling all the energy in a room and knowing that you played a part in getting it there.....that's my happiness