In Honor of Spatial Silence
i stay up all night with the stars and sleep with sunlit clouds cascading down my back.




Saturday, September 6, 2008
you won't have to strain to look into my eyes

because i was recently asked if i regret it,
Painting Murals: a novel

Have you ever found yourself staring at something so infinitely beautiful – like the honey glow of the horizon just as the sun is taking its first peek of the new day – and feeling that lump in your throat grow to the size of golf balls as the irresistible urge to pounce upon the lone boy standing next to you takes over; yet you resist because you know that if you take that leap everything will change?

[shall not post the rest]
i hate how things have changed but no, i don't regret it.
and yes, i reply with fiction.

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