I was able to access my identity theft protection account (though it tried to keep me out) and my old livejournal that dates back to early 2004. wow. a lot changed in four years.
I wrote a new poem there.
It has been three years,
but it seems like a moment.
I have not written.
I am not sorry.
I left no explanation.
You have no regrets.
My journal is a grave
with an eroded headstone
and the single mourner
never tends to the weeds,
but that doesn’t mean
the soul beyond
dirt kissed bones
ever forgets.
I added a new page to the sidebar last night. also, my internship starts today!
side note: I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the first time last night. I don’t think there could ever be a hotter couple than Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie
</end rare celebrity-related opinion from me>
