Missing you is a funny thing. Part of it is like having a wallpaper of you on the desktop of my head. Whenever I close everything down to switch tasks, there you are. Hi Jess, I miss you. And other times it is completely, radically different. It's like claustrophobia; you know there's air all around you and you know you can move and you know there's plenty of space and that nothing is closing in but for some reason every sensation is convincing your mind that the world is shrinking and a...

She sits upon her beauty as if it were a favorite armchair; no longer a brilliant novelty from a biological furniture outlet but rather a fast friend, old as the peremptory mistress with which it came. And what man could help but swallow reality in shots and revel in the impossible which sprung a dizzy surprise (like Athena, from the head of Zeus) into a damnably sober life? She slept atop her beauty as if upon an antique loveseat, arm covers hanging askew and the polish w...

I have become painfully aware in the last few months of how little time I devote to God, and how much time I devote to other, more trivial things. This prayer journal is to be a concrete effort to speak to Him more often and with more focus. For those that may read this Prayer Journal, you are free to comment in whatever manner you wish; treat it as you would any other blog. I won't be offended or consider you sacriligious. His forever, The Hazel Target