December 2011
3 posts
I Am Vain.
My vanity. Is the work of everyone around me. A mixture of a little personality of every single person that has been in my life. The guy selling the not-so-appetizing chips down the street, my nursery school teacher, my best friend’s boyfriend, my babysitter… Everyone. The years and days and hours and seconds they’ve spent with me: all there.
In the way that I walk or cross...
To have a blanket of hope pulled out from under...
It happens to the best of us. The worst feeling anybody could ever bear.
Its death and losing a loved one. People leaving and not saying goodbye. Heartbreaks. No phone call after a job interview. Many of life’s blows are hope just being taken away. Sometimes by somebody else, many times by ourselves in the name of love, sheer carelessness and negligence. Or just plain old stupidity. Hope...