It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.

In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absense of mine.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?

All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.