Now and just this moment, as is, in the present. Yes.

I mean these words come out of him like the right music	Secret wish: To be identical to the ocean	It's, like, yawn; superfuckin' yawn	You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond
In this place, in this room, in this moment	Because: Context is not important. Because: My life is one long series of contexts.	Here's hoping the sun won't rise for a while	yes I said yes I will Yes.
Excerpt from the diary of a teenage sociopath	There are only these moments strong and fiery. The rest is love and your imminent departure.	My regret sits on the floor like someone else's polaroid photos	All I could remember in the morning is that maybe there were wishing hands involved
Maybe because we like to cry. Maybe because neither of us can believe.	Caught between yes and maybe	Textbooks you save because there's that one chapter in back you refer to every two years or so	I have always wanted someone to say to me what you just said
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am	The darkroom goddess	This is Saturday. We're not getting any older.	a snapshot of time
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom	How long is a piece of string?	Beyond whose nearness there is no beyond