You read me

like a book,

eyes skimming across 

words, letters, markings

etched on my skin;

my feelings bared

in braille

when you 

trace your fingers and kisses

along the dips and curves

until I sigh

your name.

Ah, shoots, the blog posted later than I expected.

Otherwise, Happy Valentine's Day!

It's Been Another Year...

We've made it. 2014.

This year, I decided not to make any specific resolutions. Just continue doing creative things on this blog, and continue with my ongoing projects. To recap some things:

North by North is doing well as always, though there have been hiccups of breaks for several months (whoops).

Zone One was started on my part, but halted after awhile. I plan to get back onto that!

I have a new project underway, involving Twine, to create an interactive web story. I have to think of an idea first, of course. I'll keep you guys posted as it progresses, though I'd love any ideas you could give me.

I hope the 2013 ended on a good note, and that 2014 is a good year for you all!

Merry Christmas!

Well, this holiday has been quite eventful. Black outs and ice storms and family schedules.
I haven't been in a very festive mood lately, but that doesn't stop me from wishing all of you guys a very merry Christmas (or if you don't celebrate Christmas, a very merry Wednesday).
ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

Honesty

why is it that

I write for you during 

the strange hours

of night,

when I'm drunk

on fatigue

and fingertips drag along

the keyboard

when cliches I hold back

run off the tip

of my tongue

and into

nonsense;

garish butterflies

drowned by

unnecessary words

when I become

so candidly honest

that it borderlines

absurdity

and I can't help

this overflow

of love?

Water

They say

that love is a fire,

singeing,

burning,

devouring everything

in its flames

of passion and lust.

But your love 

is more like water:

seeping through the cracks,

soothing burns,

enveloping with

quiet lulls of ripples

that fluidly change 

into crashing waves

and back,

eroding walls,

dissolving me slowly
and gently
in
your arms.

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You make my soul

feel

the thrum of quick heartbeats

under your fingertips,

the flush of

longing

lust

love,

the shivers

that reach my very core.

Within

those waves of

incessant kisses

irrepressible vocality

irresistible pleasure, 

the tethers I had so 

carefully tied around my heart

come undone

and I become lost in

the moment

my emotions

in you.

378 Days

You once said

that you could only write

of the concept of love as

a hypothesis

made solely from 

the observations

of love lorn friends pining away

and characters on the screen

that kill and cheat and die for it.

It's been 378 days

since love

wasn't just hypothetical anymore;

would you have gathered

the words to explain

the complexities

that still elude me?

Regrets and Frustration

Laments override

logic as his

words spill out in endless

paragraphs on the computer screen;

full of 

past regrets,

past mistakes,

current love,

current regrets,

future prospects in the dozens

with possible future regrets;

too many things for

one girl to wrap her 

head around

and she's glad

he can't see her fists clenching

and her typing growing into violent

stabbing of the keyboard

and she wishes that

the problem would solve itself--

--alas,

another notification on the screen

presents itself

and she can't close the computer on him.

The curse of the softhearted friend.