The unfairness of my life, being blessed with a five-mile commute consisting mostly of a 65 mph two-lane road... I could have been this guy.

tongue? check.
wounds? check.
bootstraps? check.

running into sharp corners, half-open doors, pointy-side-up knives.
a blind person would have an excuse.
i have none.

playing alice in a fairyland
pushing away the knowledge
of fingers flipping pages
until they stopped
and the story ended
on a rather unsatisfactory note

silence

answers
accuses
mortifies

redeems

longing for
autumn
when the crunch of death is
commonplace

Bummerevelation

Icharus is the only one
swooping to your rescue

a humid night
lightning flashes
i find myself driving
the roads that we biked

dark road
a flash of movement
and a toad dies
under my wheel

music fades
crickets resound
even in your absence
there is no silence

I wish I could pass on
the faith and enthusiasm
those around me
have

I know I fail miserably
I know I misrepresent Him
and I tear myself
away

If I could do one thing
for you
it would be to live out
the love I've been given

It's greater
than I am
than I think
than I say

Nine days
to live it out

No More Boots

Naively optimistic, I asked my parents why people were putting my grandma's snow boots into the "to go" box as we moved her out of her apartment. There was a quiet shake of the head, followed by, "She won't need them."

Well, she won't if you don't think she will. Be optimistic! Let's go take her for walks!

But they were right. My grandma shrank, shriveled, and eventually just lay on her bed. Not long after that, she passed away.

Her car was parked outside my parents' house today. I didn't recognize it until I heard my aunt's voice. Since she had done so much in caring for my grandmother, her siblings had decided that she would receive that bit of property.

The car was my grandma's; the voice was my aunt's--but then she teased my mother, and those eyes were my grandmother's. Clarity of mind, wit, twinkle. I wanted to cling to her...and I wanted to flee.

"Confliction," or "A Semi-Open Letter to the Hitchhiker"

My dear Hitchhiker,

I love how you compromise on pizza and watch "Monk" with me.
I love how you get non-icky Chinese food and share it, thereby awakening new appreciations in me.
I love how you gave me all six fortune cookies.
I love your generosity in paying for our meals.
I love your willingness to visit new places and meet new people.
I love your talent, intellect, and patience.
I love your deep respect and reverence for 80's music.
I love your outstretched arm the moment I stumble.

Please forgive me if I seem distant for a while. A previous friendship became a scalding one, and I'm rather afraid to hop into bathtubs now. I know it's not the same, which is why I'm clinging to the doorknob and not screaming my way down the hallway. Hopefully, I will still be what you need in a friend. Please forgive me if I'm not.

Thought of the Day 06/30/07

Yes, yes, it probably is someone else's fault--so what are you going to do about it?

Thought of the Day 06/29/07

Is it fruitless to try to save the underdog if he bites?