How Long Will It Hurt?

I will celebrate my birthday in an art museum in 39 days. I will vote in the Presidential Election in 36 days.
My iPod will crank out roughly 60 or so songs of hip-swaying, indie folk rock tunes — and the occasional Enya and Kanye song — before it gives up and dies.

I Will Write To Remember You

You are gone and I cannot change that. I keep having these urges to break things, to pound my fists against desktops and windows, to fracture this life that somehow doesn’t contain you anymore, and then put the pieces carefully back together.