Night

For me, the night is personal. It's like a jet-black creature that you hold in open hands. Cat-like and perfectly soft, it looks at you through bright yellow eyes, hears each of your thoughts, and says nothing, but just curls up in a ball and rests peacefully.

Sparkles

She left sparkles on my face, and we laid together while eternity learned to pass us by, if only for just a moment more.

Atheism

There is no heaven for atheists, there is no savoir for the soulless, and that is what makes these people so strong, that they walk through life without relying on those artificial crutches which only work by distorting their hold on reality, and that all the good they do is untarnished by any promise of divine repayment of peace eternal.

intro

i figured i needed a new blog. I already have one for poker, and my lj is long dead. This one will be more just a space to jot down things that come to mind. little snippets that i think of, mostly related to something in some way, but separate.