Don't I know you?

I have in my chest

a hollowed nest

for a lovebird to perch its wing

and inside the cave

a song will be saved

that you alone can sing

My life is a long winded inquiry.

Adieu, two zero one two

And just like that, the year 2012 is over and another takes it's place. 2013. How odd a thing. We'll spend half the year writing down the wrong date and the other half craving for the next.

Come what may, whether it be battle wounds or scars or tears of joy or excursion or happiness or brittleness. I will paint the year red with life and blood, pulsating with each breath, screaming c'mon, I'm alive, you son of a bitch! Take your best shot if you dare!


Come courage, come strength, come despair. Come resurrection. Come what may.

and another one bites the dust.

Don't I know you..?

Hello again, aches and pains.

Theater week is almost here. Two more weeks of hell and then you're free, Body. 

Hang in there. Christmas is just around the corner.

Reminders

And you'll never know what unless you stick around.

Defining

I've finally found the word. The word of the feeling I've tried to describe to so many people. The word I've written about without even realizing. I have been searching for it, and now I have it.

Its rubatosis. And its beautiful. And scary. And alive.

n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the kind that people compulsively hum or sing while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.