Monday, April 19, 2010

When sometimes it's an effort

I don't write when I'm happy. I just live in a glowy daze of happiness. So when I look back at my life the only memories and impressions that I have concretely are these little patches of loneliness, sadness, hardness that swirl about like newspaper ash. And isn't it just better to remember the good things?

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Sunday morning

I love breakfast
I think that it loves me too.