Nonchalance no more...

...Let's arm up and believe in something.

With the television blaring,

sitting on the couch, I watched her pick at yet another scab on her hand.
I put my hand on her shoulder to catch her eye and I shook my head.
"You'll hurt yourself more," I told her, "don't."

Walking down the hallway, she grabbed my wrist, and there was blood. I found her a band-aid, and then washed up to my elbows with diluted bleach.

I don't think I like how normal this felt.

That point--

when the condensed, still air within the bus shelter is achingly colder than that of the icy winds that surround it?

I hate that point.

Incidently,

as the girl in silver space boots passed the young bearded man in the muddy hallway, the two switched bodies.
Not one their friends or loved ones ever noticed, mind you.

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
--Sylvia Plath

Shit, son

“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?”

--Epicurus