you may have noticed that the drapes are pulled. you can see straight shot into my bedroom, and you're watching me with vulgar curiosity. you're watching me fall asleep. you're watching me change tapes. you're watching me make my to-do lists, cry into the covers. you're looking past my dirty bangs, staring right into my wormy brain, reading all the blue lines in my notebook.

why?

i'm writing out loud because maybe, maybe it will echo inside of you and you or you.
i'm writing out loud to make myself a truth and not a secret.

so read it, hide your eyes at times, cover your sweet round face. maybe, when you lift your eyes, you'll find yourself found. or maybe, you'll just find yourself beside me, talking about nothing and everything, all at once.

but you don't have to search for me,
i'm right here, always.


(and now here on blogspot, so that i can reach more of you, see more of you, love more of you.)