Claudia

Oh, that I could love less!
I am a fragile creature that knows Woe like the creases upon my palm; deep and cutting melancholy. I will hold you to me and crush handfuls of your fragrant locks to my face, relishing these last few tears that tenderly drop. Say you won't leave, I cannot endure it if you should!
Oh, Love, that I should have you completely, what uncomprehending bliss. You are my precious one, my darling. Who have I loved more?
I swoon with every accusation and crestfallen...

I awoke this morning extremely nauseous. I had a disturbing dream.

I was sitting in my old high school in the city, waiting for the school bell to release the other students and I to lunch. My friend, Diana, had asked me to go out to lunch with her, and I accepted. For some reason, she was driving a late 1990's Firebird TransAm. As we sought out a place to eat, the radio jarble became clear, and a woman news anchor was speaking excitedly about a horrible accident in a small-town's...

I was in Europe with Jack. We were planning on going to Arkansas in a few weeks, and Jack would be driving for most of the way. He decided that he needed to get new driving shoes. At this tiny, strange boutique we entered, they had pre-worn Pumas for $124. They looked a lot like cleats, and they were white, cracked leather. He decided to buy them, though I discouraged him from it. I went on my own way, looking at clothes. I found an entire rack of jester outfits, and showed them to Jack. He didn't...

When I was a child, my parents took me to a hotel where other kids were staying that had autoimmune disorders. I remember it was a huge slumber party for the kids, and I remember it being really, really fun.
One of the activities we had was to help release aggression. A group of fifteen kids (including myself) went outside, where they had a large fence and tables. We sat at the tables and drew things that made us frustrated or angry. The grown-ups told us we could draw anything we liked....

I'm having strange, fragmented dreams all the time now. They rapidly turn across my eyelids, like an old projector with a film of random pictures.
Last night, I dreamed of many things...There were two women I killed (very beautiful women) and one woman I was trying to save from them. As the last of the two women I had murdered lay dying, she motioned me closer and I realized she was a harpy. She had beautiful feathers and giant bird's feet. She told me that I was defending the wrong person,...