Mikari-Aoineko

Nothing is congruent. ... I had a thought on that, but I lost it. Sometimes I write love poems and I post them in my scrapbook (here: http://mikari-aoineko.deviantart.com/gallery/?catpath=scraps ).  They're not really well thought-out or refined, more like lines I think up when I'm not paying attention in class. They are each dedicated to a someone, but not all of them are to the same someone. The people we love the most are the ones who can most easily hurt us and make us sad.   My eyes are a bit red. I really don't like to sleep. Tell someone how you feel.

Truth be told, I've not been writing enough.  For too large a portion of my life, I haven't been writing enough.  I've never been convicted enough to do anything, there's never been a consistent motivation... It's a huge fault of mine that's difficult for me to confess to. But there it is. I'm lazy.  And for once, please, let's make an earnest effort to overcome this.  Sorry, the "let's" was strictly referring to me and myself.  I'm reading more.  I'm writing more, and I'm writing better.  At least, I'd like to think there's improvement, but I'll need your feedback to get a more accurate idea (this time the "your" means you). One of the bi

It was love at first sight, I think. There I was, perusing the fiction section of a Barnes & Noble, when I happened upon this book, It Feels So Good When I Stop.  The cover caught my attention, and after reading the first several pages, I was in love.  It was exactly what I had been looking for. "My conviction was wobbly, like I was the sounding board for a happened-upon old acquaintance who knew I knew he knew he'd always been half a prick in my book.  But the dubious logic of my self-directed pep talk seemed to possess the power of temporary exoneration.  And although I had neither studied nor pretended to have studied any Zen philosophy,