**filled with things that momentarily glimmer in my mind, things that go away after the moment has passed, things I don't want to forget.
What's up?
What's up?
The image of ferocity when love has turned to something else and yet is there, is somewhere in the room if one could only find it. - Arthur Miller
Last night, after a hot bath, I found myself curled up in bed listening to John Mayer’s Battle Studies. I didn’t have a magazine in my hand or a tv show on in the background. The lights were on, and I was just lying there, listening to his voice echo the loneliness that I feel…