IN SITU
it’s a grudging admission, but i think i am having trouble keepin’ up with this city.
we might as well be strangers.
it is possible to live a beautiful life.
i want to do EVERYTHING.
LIFE IN A CARDBOARD BOX
obsession is not a very good thing for me. it takes up too many languid hours and empty thoughts, and leaves very very precious little breathing space for me that is free from sin and longing. i do not like being wistful. it is a breathless feeling. it aches like wearing a heavy blanket for days because i know that it will take a million impossible dreams to get what i want and that in the end it will not be as perfect as i’ve envisioned anyway. one must learn to keep the loveliest things secret and silent.
also, my hair is growing out. IT LIVES!
many many times now, i don’t tell you things because i don’t feel you are interested anymore.
Ever since Remus had explained what cancer was, James had insisted on claiming everything from mosquito bites to the common cold was rooted in it. Despite Remus’ subsequent attempts to impress upon him the seriousness of the condition, James persisted, and everybody else ignored him. Except for Lily, who occasionally slapped him across the back of the head and said that if anybody at Hogwarts has a cancerous growth, it was James, who had taught it to talk and wear its hair badly.
FLAME
how do you scratch
an itch
in your throat?
soup the devil made,
bootleg tomyum.
AWAY: recovering from birthday celebrations. body battered but the heart is warm. =)
SPLITPERSONAE
the older you get the more secrets you keep. 
HEARTIFICIAL.
