Hanyauku
The act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand.
(Rukwangali)
Jul
5
They stooped over the dark water. At first they could see nothing. Then slowly they saw the forms of the encircling mountains mirrored in a profound blue, and the peaks were like plumes of white flame above them; beyond there was a space of sky. There like jewels sunk in the deep shone glinting stars, though sunlight was in the sky above. Of their own stooping forms no shadow could be seen.
“What did you see?” said Pippin to Sam, but Sam was too deep in thought to answer. Tolkien
“What did you see?” said Pippin to Sam, but Sam was too deep in thought to answer. Tolkien
Jun
21
Addiction
sucks. If things continue the way they’ve been going for the past few weeks, I’ll be achy and tired constantly, sleeping four hours a night, distracted at work, never hungry, always thirsty - until I finish this story.
I can’t stop thinking about them.
To the Philipses - I hope you turn out okay.
To Taylor - I think you’ll turn out okay. Actually, I’m pretty sure you’ll turn out okay. I know so.
Lizbee - I really, sincerely hope you turn out okay. But life is rough, girlfrand. I’m sorry.
Dean - I don’t know what to say to you, but I hope you turn out okay as well. I think you will.
Cameron - I hope you turn out okay.
Ugh.
Jun
15
May
24
a haiku
Tonight, I showered,
and now I feel much cleaner.
I like it that way.
-Nicolas Crowell










