February 2012
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Maps 3 (23 February 2012)
I’m not okay.
The thought of your presence drives me, day in and day out. When frustration rears its ugly head I recall your beautiful face and your beautiful soul.
How the memory of you absorbs all of the negative making the terrors dissipate. All I can think is you. How I love the thought.
And then, your presence becomes a reality. You are so much more than my mind will allow — an...
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Maps 2 (19 February 2012)
With every breath I take in, I attempt to fall asleep on this pillow you held in your arms and rested your head upon only moments ago.
My mouth is closed — there is no one to talk to, now. So, I breathe through my nose. My olfactory sense mingles with what little is left of your presence.
The faint smell of cigarettes and hair have become my favorite fragrance. I only hope that someday the...
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I haven’t felt the need to write anything the past few days.
I’m too busy enjoying life — trying not to over-analyze anything — just living.
No apologies for my absence, but I will inevitably continue posting more in the days ahead.
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Valentine's Day
So, the girl I’m hastily falling head-over-heels for has been having a tough time adjusting to the area. She tells me she’s having a tough time making friends, that her professors are very negative about her work, and that she generally feels like this might not be the place for her.
She was having a really bad day, following a critique, etc. on Tuesday — Valentine’s Day.
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Whitney Houston
When I was younger, I spent an entire summer — 2-3 months — in Illinois. And, at that time, I was in love with Whitney.
I remember having my Grandpa rent The Bodyguard and Waiting to Exhale for me, as I was too young and he was too old to know any better. At the time, I guess I wasn’t familiar enough with life to fully comprehend Waiting to Exhale, but The Bodyguard seemed to...
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Anthropomorphism: The Dog Downstairs
I hear you. I know it’s you. You’re the only one who slams your door that way. You don’t even know what’s coming your way. I’m going to bite your ass so hard with my canine teeth.
I pay no mind to the hot blonde, sitting on the couch watching The Real Housewives of Orange County, as I stampede past her toward your sorry ass. Once I find my way through these big...
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Maps 1 (6 February 2012)
She reminds me of an angel I once knew. Also hailing from the land of flight, she lifts my spirits to the sky above.
She smiles like she means it and laughs for herself and no one else. The air that surrounds her is genuine.
But, the air is not always perfect. Sometimes, she takes in the air too quickly and hiccups, wincing every time.
Such a simple and frequent reaction, the flutter attempts...
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Little Bitch
Sometimes life complicates. Sometimes, the past decisions of people I’ll never know are binding on the quality of my own existence.
But, this circumstance is much like a double-sided paddle. Either we can keep using one side — forever finding yourself going in circles in the middle of the ocean; or, we can use both sides of the paddle and eventually make it to a shore.
Sometimes, it...
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Anonymous asked: No more posts about working with patients?
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Every day without Community is a day without...
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Like water lost in the sea The cold heart will...
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January 2012
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