2014

There's a little hope in me. Hope that the dead find life in another realm. That a failed lover here finds his other in another place. That a dead sister finds peace and a healthy heart in another place. That an imprisoned muse finds a way to break free from the water.

The tangles are complex and maybe only voyeurs in another world can see them.

Not for me. Just hope. Hope is enough, though. Today at least.

But if I could reach across to you who hear these... prayers?

I would. Can you reach across to me?

B.

SHE

She was a bookworm and conspiracy theorist. She wasn't the cool one, but she was the best one.

One of the last times I talked to her, she was heading to some book-signing. I screen-capped her while we were chatting so I could tease her with it later.

There was no later.

Bright spot.

Meeting up with some old friends tonight in Foxboro. Should be a passably good time, but the drive home sounds like it might be a little treacherous.

The Waiting Room

Was a weird fuckin' place to come around.

Bullets look like lipstick.

Maybe I should kiss one.

thois blood. my blood.

id like to say it's on your hands but sinse you only spectate I guess I can't do that  can I ?

still I'm pretty sure its time to check out the other side. see what all the fuss is abotu.

once this bottle's empty I'll furge out a way to punch the cards.

Wmo't be long ron/

Used to be an icon.

Then she happened.

Absolutely no human I know worked harder, or longer than her. And she was beautiful, even at her grubbiest moment.

Maybe I can find her again at the bluffs tonight. What's stopping me?