15 OCT 2008
i've been dreaming odd things lately:
of lady & gentleman bugs
      sleeping quietly in the garden
of a man who lives in a white hot air balloon
      and calls himself a cloud
of flowers that turn upside down
      a waltz, a dance

19 OCT 2008
i think when we talk to each other, invisible strings tie our hearts to one another. your feelings are mine, and mine yours. our hearts communicate like plastic cups and string - a heart to heart. please please don't ever let our strings untie.

28 OCT 2008
my emotions are muddled up and overwhelming. the Tinman went on a journey to find his heart, only to realize he had one all along - he just couldn't hear the thump thump thumpings. i can hear mine - i can feel it. but it's not my own. a discrepancy between mind and body. where's my yellow brick road?