Tired, glazed eyes separate me from everything. Odd camera effects pushing everything into the distance & feelings of disconnect.
Flyaway

pink pink pink pink pink

I wrote a long entry, but then I erased it to feel the power of making something irrevocably disappear.

Last night I dreamed of kissing.

I'm reading Henry Miller again.

I am lonely.

Sun-thick & Lolling

Strange how summer happens so fast. The air is gray and sharp one day, sun-thick and lolling the next. The flowers are each events. They're drops of food-coloring, twisting knots in the crevices between cool rocks. Throughout the seasons the temperature doesn't actually change. In the wintertime there are blankets and warmers and overheated restaurants. In the summer its shaved ice and bare feet, skirts and lying in the shade. Sometimes I slip into an apartment building's swimming pool late at night to swim. I submerge myself quietly in its corners. Nobody ever notices.