Open Letter to Someone You Don't Know

There are a lot of really nasty things I could say to you. And I want to, but I don't think it would be the first time someone called you any of the things I'm thinking. And I so passionately hate to be unoriginal.

If you hate drama so much, don't do maliciously selfish things that cause other people to react in dramatic ways.

Lucky for you, I have excellent impulse control and my reputation means more to me that hurting you ever could.

Luminescent Incandescence

Your eyes don't shine in the suburbs.
No light is offered but that of dim, benign streetlights.
Their offerings don't shine bright enough to elicit a glow in your face.
The big city lights shine so aggressively that you can't help but sparkle under their flare.

I count crows.

One for sorrow...
Two for joy...

For the past two weeks I have been haunted by sightings of single crows, their somber solitude sends shivers down my spine.
I crane my neck and strain my eyes in search of a second, or even a third, to nix the omen of a lonely crow.
Never another in sight.
What could they be doing all alone, other than breaking my spirit and quashing my heart?
Have I fulfilled my own tragic prophecy?
The only thing that's keeping me from being happy is a circumstance I made for myself.
A decision I made, uncoerced.

Sometimes you have to hurt yourself to be able to grow.
It hurt.
It will continue to hurt.
But I will be better off when it stops hurting.

Today I saw two crows.

Tonight, under the lack of suburban light, I felt a presence that I could not see
And I heard the snow melting.