hoverfish

The Melody One of the few memories I have from when I was just a baby is my mother singing to me softly, almost in a whisper, the most beautiful, calming melody. I remember the way that it made all the bad stuff in my 2-year-old world subside. That gentle melody has always been there for me when anything was wrong, and I still can recall the calming effect it had on me. If I close my eyes, I can almost hear it in her beautiful, gentle voice, I can almost feel her hand running down over my eyes calming my inner turmoil, and I can almost smell her sweet aroma as if she were holding me again in her arms. When my wife and I finally got married,

It's surprising how badly it hurt at first. In all my life I had never endured anything more than a mere sprained ankle, but this… this was in a category of its own. But now, it doesn't hurt so bad, in fact it doesn't hurt at all, except when I think about it... or when I think about anything for that matter. I tend to find myself becoming increasingly devoid of thoughts lately, and I don't mean just "spacing out." It's as if my conscious mind has become a barren wasteland, and each of my thoughts is one of the last few survivors -- every time one would die, so would part of my mind. It's funny… it's little analogies like this that