episodes & recollections
SOMETIMES I am a loveless beast that gives itself incompletely, then takes itself back, like a chipped and filthy Cracker Jack™ prize.
And sometimes not.
I love 6,743 people. Some more than others.
Faith is a feeling that tells you it’s okay to trust a feeling.
Hope is a feeling that some day you’ll find faith.
Sometimes I see everyone I’ve ever loved filling the rooms of a great house. And me sneaking out the back.
Life is a handful of dirty pages torn out of a book.
Life is a magic trick. Poof!
Love is a feeling. With facts attendant.
Sometimes there comes a point. And sometimes there is none.
Sometimes, for a moment, and not by our own volition, our fears fall away and we see what is good.
Mostly we just dig like moles, blind to the dawn.