Afternoon sadness

Posted on August 29, 2012 by The Mark

The skies turn grey and wet, and the afternoon sadness hits so hard.

Sometimes coffee makes me feel murderous

Posted on June 7, 2012 by The Mark

I didn’t get enough sleep and now everyone is shimmering with clean smells and the endless possibilities of incidental touching.

Posted on April 24, 2012 by The Mark

A manifesto: that’s what he was writing: be ruthless in your love, be ruthless in your life.

Posted on April 19, 2012 by The Mark

Love like you can’t lose. With everything. The price of doing otherwise is invisible, but much too high.

Posted on April 3, 2012 by The Mark

Right there, in that moment, in a flash, you saw a way to survive, and that, was everything.

Posted on March 31, 2012 by The Mark

A delicious brunch and you can almost see the strands of her body unwinding themselves.

Posted on March 15, 2012 by The Mark

This terror when I push the keys down, this burning in the gut that makes me want to run across the room away from the keyboard.

“You don’t even know,” he whispered, “I have the heart of a lion.”