my sandwich making skills are improving

i do love holly and bekah

so apparently some have said
that my noggin is not screwed on correctly.
i might have to agree with them
.
i wouldn't have it any other way
.
.
.
today i recieved a miniscule sailboat from a dear friend.
half an inch in width
on it were the words
"s.s. mecie"
i imagined myself to be teeny and
away,
sailing to a mysterious faraway beach.

my boots are still wet from last night's escapade

good and fun distracting night

rode on a magic carpet

to israel

last night with evan

i keep myself busy

today

there is a pile of sticks

outside my window

.

.

.

avoiding the encounter

with feelings

that whisper

.

i keep looking at the pile of sticks

I'm Back

havn't blogged in long time

no one will read this anymore so whatever

apple juice is liquid comfort

the covers are steel skin protection

i cannot believe i did what i did

sometimes it feels right and

sometimes i am weeping because

i miss him.

what's done is done though.