questa vita

This is from my old blog, which I've been looking over.  I really like this one. i believe my heart to be like an egg- over easy. if i took it out and placed it in my palm, it would jiggle around- fragile. and if i took a cold steel knife and caught one of the jagged grooves lightly on the surface in the center, some sort of substance, some sort of emotional matter would bloom from the tiny hole and it would all ooze out. it would be so delicious and beautiful that i would almost forget the gaping hole in my chest, veins fraying outwards like cords as if a burglar stole my entertainment system. i would take the knife and thinly slice like heart tartare. the pieces would be translucent and pink. raw tuna. how would it taste? this emotional matter is sure to have a unique taste. maybe like saccharine or maybe like earth. not grainy, but silky smooth like an oyster. i would pop it in my mouth and roll it around, feeling a sort of fullness and satisfaction before tak...

Autumn is coming. I can't explain why this makes me so nostalgic, can't really pinpoint the feeling it gives me. It's almost like a hopeful, expectant feeling. I think that I feel about Fall how others feel about Spring. Spring is when everything is happening, blooming, growing, existing and being beautiful. Fall is when leaves start dying (although they look pretty while doing it) and things start hunkering down, preparing for that Winter hibernation. So why do I feel so much when Fall is coming? I get excited. Things always happen in the Fall,  I suppose. Just different things than Spring things. It's linked to school starting back and to the beginning of the holidays. Summer flings turn into serious relationships that, if they survive all the way through Winter, could turn into the real deal. The air turns brisk, and it tastes different. Feels less like you're wading through it and it has more of an atmosphere, almost a certain sound . And of course there are s...