chapters

Life comes in chapters--

it comes first in a word, then a few words, then a complete sentence. full paragraphs, pages, chapters. all part of a book never read. never written--but being written. the next page may end the chapter, this chapter may end the book.
spinning on the wind, the leaf fell from the wind..
you never know


a beautiful piece. i'm not sure i want that leaf to fall, this chapter to end--nevermind the book. walking around gets to be such a senseless routine. the world watches as i move in slow motion--like watching the dull, silver spoon break the surface of strawberry jello, and slide. cutting through, showing the rip along the way. from point a to point b, here to there, this moment to the next..round and round, where does this one end and the next begin.
every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end


the pages turn, the chapters end, leaving one of us with a sorrow casting us beyond the ability to shed tears, and the other with a heart too heavy to hold alone...yet we'll both keep reading, and the Writer will keep writing, and we'll all trudge through every breathtaking moment because we've decided we need to know the ending.
it's kind of hard to tell You, kind of hard to take
when people run in circles--


there may be confusing plot twists, or an equivalent of a B movie with no plot. but whatever the case may be-
there are no typos in this book.


every now and then, though, you run across an anomaly; every now and then you'll notice that neither is there a period at the end of this sentence


i hate being able to feel the pages turn.



imagine the next page.