The Notebook

It's exhausting, really, always having something to turn over in your mind.

[some-old-book]

Diminutive Spell

It was a gradual thing, the slow decline in that relationship.

No one saw it coming, not even Him, the Great Predictor of All Things Ever.

No one thought that it would all unravel the way that it did, like a spool of thread let loose from itself. 

It was slow.

It was soft.

It was a subtle thing that no one saw.

It was the undoing of everything and the end of an era that they could never live again. 

[some-old-book]

On Growing Up

And suddenly, without warning, his hair is shorter, he can reach the top shelf all on his own, he likes green foods, he doesn’t mind doing the dishes, and he feels a little less enchanted by the way the sun rises and sets every day.

[some-old-book]

Drown One

There they go. Piddling through another stream of thoughts again. Onward they go, unable to stop themselves from getting lost in the stream. They’re about to drown. They’re about to drown again, out in the ocean. That’s what happens when people try to swim against currents stronger than themselves.