25th birthday

i turn 25 in 30 minutes.
i am suddenly overcome with a bout of nothingness.

this is what magic is made of

an excerpt from a book i'm reading:


"Dearest anvil," she would write to me six years later, "dearest deposed president of some now defunct but lovingly remembered country,
dearest to me, I can find no suitable words of affection for you, words that will contain the whole of your wonderfulness to me.
You will have to make due with being my favorite bagel,
my favorite blue awning above some great little café where the coffee is strong but milky and had real texture to it."


this is magic.

on a night like this

i just want to dance in your room, listening to barry white maybe and just dance.

in your room back home. where your lights are dimmed.
i wanna do just that.