confession?


blogs scare me.

i've written so many more posts than the ones seen by you. twenty-four, actually. but how many can you see? oh, i don't know-- ten, perhaps.
honesty frightens me. it freezes me. it makes me feel like whatever honest thing i have to say needs to be said well. eloquently. accurately.

but it doesn't.

i don't know why i'm scared of messiness. of disorder.
i myself am messy, and disorderly.
maybe i just don't look in the mirror enough. maybe i don't want to face the fact that this is true.
that this is honest.
that this is life.



i began this blog as an outlet for self-expression, but it's not a soundboard. it's an exhibit.
and i'm done.

hello, humanity.
welcome to the mess.
don't worry about taking your shoes off. you're fine as you are.

...and ya know, so am i.

houston, we've got a problem

oops, no more haikus
gone, like frank sinatra, gone
once upon a time