i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
Rainy Days & Mondays

ok, you two win.


i am not easy.


i will watch a movie by my self.
in a theatre.


i'm scared.
scared of a lot of things.


tonight i asked him if i, alone, would be enough, when the time comes.

he stated that, unequivocally, he wants to be in a relationship with me and no one else.
he also stated that he does not know if that relationship will be enough to fully satisfy him.
i explained that, to have the relationship, it would have to be.


and here we stand.


i am on a narrow ridge with a sheer drop to either side.
i have much to lose with a single misstep.
i have baggage i bring forward, much less than before, yet still copious and cumbersome.
i have strength i didn't know existed.
i have weaknesses and fear.
i have childish wishes and wild distractions.


i have . . . to choose.


it just started to rain, again.


0 times we've seen this before

confessed on Monday, Feb. 12, 2007