A letter to those struck by the loneliness of December

"Flowers in december" © Daniel Horacio Agostini, 2009. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
Flowers in december” © Daniel Horacio Agostini, 2009. CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
I tear out pieces of my heart.
Leave them like bread crumbs.
They will show you the way back.
at least one person
feels like you.

We don’t know how to fill those spaces.
Tried booze
and drugs.
and lack-thereof it.
Razor blades
and perfect strangers. Continue reading →



"Empty Room, Window" © Tim Samoff, 2005. CC BY-ND 2.0.
Empty Room, Window” © Tim Samoff, 2005. CC BY-ND 2.0.
I don’t keep things. Journals get discarded when filled. My photo collection gets whittled down over and over again. My mind remembers the way old friends formed their letters. The dots of their i’s, the curve of their a’s. But I’ll never uncover intricately folded pieces of notebook paper containing their secrets.

Sometimes I remember an old picture I wish I still had. I catch myself hoping that someone held on to a copy and it will resurface someday. Show up in the mail with no return address as a reminder we used to be different people. Existence used to mean something else. Continue reading →