Monday

breaking the blinking habit.

The other night, I found myself wandering into prospect park. It was a little after 10 and the playground was still open. Its a seceret you know, one of those little spots no one but you knows about. Sitting ato one of those slides, I close my eyes, clenched my fists and wished for a kiss. I clenched for a minute and peeked just a little. You were there. I promise you were! but I blinked and you were gone.

Damn you blinking blink eyes! Dumb eyelashes!

Ruining everything.. and blinking me into an unkissable hell...

and so I must learn to control my blinking habit.

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...