November 2009
1 post
11.6.09
Tonight, I was the worst thing that ever happened to you. I’d driven the route a hundred times since we met, my house to yours. In the dead of winter, the dead of night. I convinced myself a long time ago that I would never find myself in so bad a place that I would want to commit suicide. That’s how cowards die, how people who can’t face their problems die. They take the...
October 2009
2 posts
““The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die, and you...”
A Trade-off
For a first legitimate attempt at writing on a blog, it seemed fitting to write about a topic that is both universally familiar and frequently scrutinized. As a child, I frequently dreamt. Who can honestly say they didn’t? You would dream of what you did throughout the day, and how and with whom you would spend the next. Your dreams were vastly imaginative, like a kind of drug-induced trip...