Got the shakes.

I can't remember what was wrong. Something didn't feel right. I think it's nerves. It took a lot of guts to call you. I think it's nerves. It took a lot of guts to call you.

Five minutes with a beating heart

Sixty days ago today, they met for the first time. He tried to wait until midnight.

Heartbreaker

He decided to shave his beard off. For the ladies. At the last minute, it occured to him to shave his balls too. One wrong flick of the wrist and he was on the floor, fluid from his sac swirling down the drain.

All bundled up

They were born on the same day. She's a few minutes older, but she says he thinks he's smarter. When they were alone, he told her he wasn't ready for her to get sick. Her frame was shrunken and her shoulders permanently hunched, but her face was bright and her eyes keen. He promised her she would come back home when she was well.

I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there's nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of her body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leaves me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me.
(Camus)

Unspeakable

She sat at my desk and spoke to someone else. Her husband was diagnosed and treated, but not cured. A new life has begun, but it's stranger than the one they've left behind. He's not the type to open up, but he started keeping a cooler full of beer, and when his friends see him sitting in the garage with the door up, they know to come, to sit with him, and to talk about anything else.

Babble.

I have friends with blogs who have gone half way around the world and write to make their experiences more real. I have friends with blogs who bust words apart and write because it makes them who they are. So much to admire.

I want growth and reflection, so I'll write too.