& So It Is.

I went to Barnes & Noble with Nathalie a few days back

and picked up a book that I've been meaning to read called

A Million Little Pieces by James Fray.

Yet another novel to add to my collection about

dysfunctionality and the depravity of life.

I can't wait to begin reading it!

That is, once I complete On The Road (Kerouac) for the 2nd time.

Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose,

or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straight-forwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way than this.
Pablo Neruda

Hold On To This Kite.

What a night.

Sushi, Yogurtland,

Singing and Dancing...

among other things.

We're just fine. We're alright.

We are.

&

No matter what the future brings,

I want you to know:

I'll always believe in you.

-KH-

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy.

You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs

and perfect moments that you find only in movies.

You expect him to always say the right thing,

and always know exactly how you feel,

or exactly how to react to it.

You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling

or to chase you when you run away.

You expect so much that you feel entirely,

and utterly defeated when something doesn't

exactly match up with all your plans.

But that's the thing, love isn't a plan.

It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end

or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

This is an INCREDIBLE friend:

Surprising me at work with my favorite Bodyfactory Smoothie

(with a wonderful personal message written on it).

It's the little things that matter the most.

I'm going to be extra nerdy

and save the cup. Maybe use it as a pencil holder?

Something clever like that.

Dinner with the girls tonight.

Can't wait!

The Rope.

I wish things were simple.

I wish it weren't awkward.

Am I making it awkward?

You feel it. As I do.

I wish you'd dig deeper...

I wish I could change it.

Make myself believe.

But, I know...

this is nothing more than wishful thinking

from a heart that genuinely wants to love.

-KH-

Went to Amoeba today

& purchased

Patch Adams, October Sky, and Rudy.

All for the price of one movie.

Wish I could have added another Disney film

to my collection...

But they're so darn expensive!

Current Beat:

Bon Iver "For Emma, Forever Ago"

Goodbye My Lover

Today I discovered a delightful hippie-esque hang out called Cafe 101.

If you live in the LA area, I highly recommend it for something quick to eat.

Plus, they serve breakfast all day.

Also, I have to say the

Twilight: New Moon Soundtrack is incredible...

Thom Yorke, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Bon Iver, & of course, Muse.

I cannot wait to see the movie (along with the millions of other vampire-obsessed fans),

and Robert Pattinson is perfection.

Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.

You have been the one, you have been the one

for me.

I'm so hollow, baby.

So hollow.

Tyler.

I do not understand why the Toadies had to break up.

They are brilliant.

And she runs through her days
With a smile on her face.
And she runs,
And she waits.
And I wait.

We can drive to anyplace,
Day or night, across the state.
And in the morning,
Into Mexico,
We will wake up.

I will be with her...

I find a window in the kitchen,
And I let myself in.
Rummage through the refrigerator,
Find myself a beer.
I can't believe I'm really here
And she's lying in that bed.
I can almost feel her touch
And her anxious breath!

I stumble in the hallway
Outside her bedroom door.
I hear her call out to me.
I hear the fear in her voice.
She pulls the covers tighter.
I press against the door.

I will be with her tonight .

Paris Calling.

Lately, I have been feeling the itch to move out of LA.

Actually, I'll take it to the next level: Out of the US.

Paris, maybe? ...

Where wine is as common as Starbucks.

In light of the cooler weather that I hope will eventually hit California, there are a few boots that I have been salivating over. Both under $200. Just thought I'd share.

Halloween has passed, reminding me just how close we are to end of another year. Time is flying by... it's almost sickening.

Anyhow, the one thing I love about Halloween is that you can dress like a stripper without the unwanted judgement. Rather liberating, actually. Naughty cop, anyone? Ah, the tackiness of it all!

The love that we will never make is the most beautiful, the most violent, the most pure, the most heady.

Infinite.

Finished up a photo shoot yesterday for

an emerging clothing line and style company

called Coy.
The pictures turned out lovely.

Someone close to me wrote a poem recently

that I thought was absolutely beautiful.

I felt the need to share it.

The landscape is losing its luster

as the bus barrels down the highway.

The sun's setting glow fades below the line that

separates this world from her home.

This landlocked life doesn't suit her race.

She needs heaven above, she needs outer space.

Her soul's as limitless as the universe.

She's the only one of her kind, the last and first.

I fell in love with every part of you.

The endless sea's just a drop of you.

You were my karma coming back,

you came to even the scales,

you came with beauty and truth.

She's infinitely young, she's infinite.

She's infinitely young, she's infinite.

You're infinitely young, you're infinite.

You're infinitely innocent, you're infinite.