resolution.
spending most of my time in isolation and remaining balanced with just the right influx of johnny flynn, satine, and the rapture.
but that doesn't stop me from leaping in bed with abby and chelsea for the season finale of jon and kate plus 8, or wearing blatant red today. this is a tricky one. lets hope i emerge with pages of insight. or, at the very least, some schoolwork accomplished.

what of all those wayward priests?
the ones who like to drink?
do you suppose they'd swap their blood for wine?
like you swapped yours for ink?
you wrote me oh so many letters
and all of them seemed true
promises look good on paper, especially from you
the weight of all those willing words, i carried all alone
you wouldn't put your pen to bed, but we hadn't found our own.