There are constellations in me.

I fell into a vat of radioactive space dust and have been this way ever since. My power is that I appear completely powerless to you. The truth, however, is that I can see the crumbly seams of the stars, I can hear the rush of electrons in every one of your atoms (it's quite loud), I can stir things up inside your soul and you won't even realize it until one day you wake up and wonder what happened to the boy or girl that you once were. I can blow kisses at the back of your neck.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Speaking to a parent who is now a shell of the person you once thought of as exempt from the laws of mortality, holier than God.

Just open face-slapping, over and over again.
Just when you think that it’s over.
Whammy, there it is again.
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That is all.