looks like rain

same shirt, different day -- a take-'er-as-she-comes day... nothing great, nothing bad, nothing beautiful -- just plain nothing, sun rises, sun sets, life is moving on kind of day.
sometimes i wonder...

yasser arafat is dead.
and i am here -- one gazillion miles away from palestine..
i wonder how close i am to dead.

i hate being alone. there is, of course, one exception. i write alone (usually).

and what if i was a pile of dirt? what if my molecules formed a stone rather than a little body with moles and blonde hair?

in that case, everyday would be a take-'er-as-she-comes day... nothing great, nothing bad, nothing beautiful -- just plain nothing, sun rises, sun sets, life is moving on kind of day.

i hurt.
most of the time.
but i'm thankful for that...
for feeling.

so, here's to the stones and all my tiny blonde hairs that litter my arm... thanks for being