Trip to San Diego with Eudora

Magnificent creatures of metal roamed in the solid fog of Del Mar. Only within their lights do we see the boundaries in which we are to take.

There was devastation in this discontent - this gnawing dissatisfaction.

We always started in the spring. And by the summer, we fell apart.

"That is what the Monkey said." - Joanna Newsom

I sat in the movie theatre. In the dark she said,
"That is reason enough."
Its' importance in a relationship does not have to be ranked. That it affects the relationship - that is enough.

Watching her, I saw a woman I can become; all the hardships and all the independence that I can inherit - to suffer by, to love by a man.

Falling into the sublime is the new way to think.

I don't know why I write so close. Relating is significant.

Holding, fighting, embracing - the cycle never stops.

Love fiercely. This is the only love that you'll remember. The only kind that will last.

In the cold, he sidled into the seat of his Miada and placed his hands and head on the steering wheel. As he sobbed deep sighs, his breath came out in whiffs of smokey mist. Gripping, biting, pressing his forehead so hard on the worn leather, the pressure became pain endeared. After moments of stifled ache, he gulped down the blocks in his chest, slicked off the wetness of his lashes and cheeks, and placed the key in his ignition. In place of where his Miada was parked, traces of tears glistened.

For her, comprehension takes time - lots of time.
I can't believe I need a single person to write.

We have never lost the need to be engulfed by things other than our thoughts. They are ever-present, and ever-demanding. Thoughts, I mean.

"Still, we have got to pay the bills." - Joanna Newsom

The recognition is evading. Some bastard.

It feels like waste. But he says it's an investment. Whatever that means.

Beating, wanting, grabbing.

I constantly want in all sense of the word. I, consumer of emotions, fabrics, and delicacies, of flesh and the theatre and the sound of music - I am a wanting, ever-desiring person. I knew this when I was younger, but in my knowing shame, I had forgotten - forgotten that this is how I love.