(random) thoughts leave my head through my fingers

i've been asked what i'm going to do today three times. by three women, incidentally. i'm related to two, and find the third quite charming. but i still don't precisely know the answer to the thrice-asked question. i do have a feeling, however, that much of my day will be spent somewhere similar to where i am at this moment, typing.

my sister has a cat, named Dog. once her niece begins to talk, Dog will become Doug. sometimes names are important, sometimes maybe they aren't. even names, the moniker for our essence body and soul, must sometimes change.

i wrote a poem today, and began another. first drafts, both.

i do not believe that i would be represented well in comic-book form. my own form is far too plain.

the greatest stories linger and never quite fade from sight.

i want to go in search of silence. to know where it still dwells in this world, and stay there a while.

happy anniversary, mom and dad.

when that blank, hollow voice begins to speak: don't listen.