Ilvensgrol

I've been ignoring everything for a very long time.  It hasn't just come to my attention, but it hasn't exactly been on my mind.  And when I look back into my mail and find letters I never sent off, and letters I haven't even opened.  When I think about all the things I have done, I kind of become a bit cold, and a part of me really wants to explain.  But, there is a lot to explain, a lot about Chicago, people, love and loss, sickness, a confusing journey to Washington State, unanswered phone calls... and now, a realization I am coming home.  I am moving back to Omaha.  I decided a while ago and made a promise to one person in particular I wo

I have recently come to decide, fully, and completely.  I have moved in, and I have been living with my parents all over again.  But in all actuallity, this roomate of mine is worse.  Much worse than some parental figures and more stict than mine by far.  But in so many ways, it feels as though I have been doing nohing but living with a strict parental figure ever since I came to Chicago.  I have decided, I have no home in this place. I pay five hundred fifty a month for a small room tucked in a corner on the third floor of a building.  A room which still contains a book shelf and half a closet full of materials and objects which belong to m

It's beautiful for those with a story.  One that is too much or too little.  The kind that is just right, like Goldilocks and the three bears.  One of those will do just right  A friend of mine has a story, one he enjoys reminding me about quite frequently. But I come home to rules he set, to rules I find broken.  By a coat, a lost shirt, and a set of high heels.