Farewell, Mr. Stevens

We'll miss you, Mark, but I think we are all relieved that your battle is over. No one deserves to suffer as you did.

Love,

Amanda and the DHD crew

PS: Proud of you for taking the last of your strength to push that rabbi away. Even in the end you stuck to your beliefs and convictions.

Inspiration #2

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He's in my mind
and he won't leave
crowding thoughts
haunting dreams
he comes unbidden
in my time of need
I just don't need him
though we laugh
and love
in the night
I am happy
I wake in my bed
and feel the guilt
as reliving the dream
overcomes me
I don't love him
I don't want him
he's gone
for good
but when he creeps in
I can't shake him
smile and touch
burned into me
I crave my sanity

Inspiration #1

Distraction

Turning, turning
the mind is churning
the world whizzes by
no time to cry
yet I do
can't concentrate
everything's blurry
I hear her speak
half sentences
my mind wanders
colors run
I jolt back
then I'm off again
maybe I'll finish this later
most likely not.

And the plot thickens!

I have a NaNoWriMo idea!

Beer.

The hard part I think will be waiting until November to write it!

It must be a sign

I could have sworn I saved a copy of my "book" on my flash drive.

Apparently not.

With the laptop entirely dead, there is no way for me to retrieve a copy.

I guess that means I start from scratch.

It was probably for the best.

Olfactory Overload

I've heard people say that certain songs can trigger emotions and memories in a person. I know that is true because it does happen to me, on occasion. What I experience more, though, is scents doing the same thing. Just one whiff of a random smell can send me reeling. It makes me remember.

Things I want to remember.

Things I shouldn't want to remember.

Things I just shouldn't remember.

For instance, last night I stepped outside to take some movies back to the video store. There was something in the air last night that took me back to West Branch. I had to stop for a moment and just close my eyes. When I opened them again and looked up at the stars, I might as well have been there.

A few months ago, I was suddenly taken to a street in Mytilini. I don't remember where I was or even what the scent was, but it was there.

I have to avoid going out after a summer rain. As much as I love the scent, it takes me to a place I shouldn't go, not because of a bad memory, but because of a good one. One of the ones I shouldn't have. Losing myself in it is never a good thing.

Then again, sometimes it is nice to have something in yourself that you don't share with anyone. It's mine and mine alone.

It is just me?

Oh boy

I think I may have found the dress.

I didn't expect to find it so soon. I didn't expect to find it where I found it.

I think I didn't expect that any would look even remotely nice on me.

I need to boost my self esteem...