my fascination with the anticipation
resentment rides high
I don't remember what it means to be me
the lining of your skin
“ As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
The bonds of affection
“The bonds of affection which tie people one to another, these bonds count; they form an immense and invisible canvas without which the world would crumble. The rest, to which we devote most of our time giving ourselves airs of seriousness, has very little importance”
Separated at Birth
I allowed myself to daydream
I allowed myself to daydream, and wasted time wondering what Hemingway would have done if it had been he who had seen the footprints in the sand.
Jacque Poulin’s Mister Blue
Amaba or I loved