Broken Stuff...

"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope." --He's Just Not That Into You

The New Currency...

Dog-eared...

When was the last time you slept under an open sky? Walked barefoot on moist green grass? Blew soap bubbles? Held balloons in your hand? Laughed till your stomach hurt?

When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror without flinching at your image?

Part-Broken Part-Whole Love-Whore...

Will you sleep for love?

Red...

"Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its colour."

— W. S. Merwin

Fly Away, Little one, Fly Away...

Been caged too long. 

The Quiet World...

In an effort to get people to look

into each other's eyes more,

and also to appease the mutes,

the government has decided

to allot each person exactly one hundred

and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear

without saying hello. In the restaurant

I point at chicken noodle soup.

I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,

proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,

I know she's used up all her words,

so I slowly whisper I love you

thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line

and listen to each other breathe.

- Jeffrey McDaniel