‘Cause its all going on without you

Fate is a tricky thing, transient and confusing. Do we create our own versions of fate to comply with our desires, or do we finally reach a point in our lives where we wake up and recognize where are path is clearly drawn? Where do we fit the people and things that we collect, and …

And its hard to say you don’t

I stumble half-heartedly through the day to day, picking up strays. thoughts, grey hair, memories. Sometimes it all appears to me like a snapshot, of someone else's place to be. and, I'm just a shadow reflected on the wall. stuck, in the flickering brush of your lashes, on your rosy blushed cheeks. I wonder how …

Cause you have seen some unbelievable things

used to be the two of us spent more of our time on the other side of the 101 freeway then we did tucked between bedsheets inside growing-up walls or behind the expectations of a text book stare a phone booth on Gower best pizza on earth discovered smack in the middle of a  forsaken …

She’s bending souls here, I’d like to volunteer

Certain kinds of passion ignite hard and fast, devouring everything it comes in contact with, often leaving in its wake nothing but ash and cinder. But while it burns, oh how it lights up the night. This song, it was borne into my musical-psyche in the midst of fiery passion. To say it left me …

Sherlock

Sherlock BBC One I’ve never been all that fond of Sherlock Holmes in any of the many incarnations there have been, both literary and on film. Well, that is until BBC One introduced me to their modernized take on Sherlock and had me falling all over myself for this version of Holmes and Watson, and …

‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try

Late at night, when dreaming is nothing but a tease, the weight of expectations (real and imagined) hold me in an unwanted bondage, tethering me too tightly to consciousness. Whisper soft murmurs of doubts and past missteps meandering around my insides, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I close my eyes tightly, try to smooth out the edges with …

Think of the tender things that we were working on

There were moments of tenderness that were easy to dismiss as they were happening because they always felt like beginnings. At the start of something it is easy to get lost in the whirlwind and take for granted times that we think will happen again. The fighting and the distance, the animosity it ignited, well …

And I’ll be anything you ask and more

Costumes and disguises, how often do we don the trappings of someone else? And, more importantly, how many times do we recreate ourselves for someone else? Are we even aware of how many changes and self-revisions we make in order to be something different (often for someone else)? I know that every day is a …

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