one year ago today i was on the very edge, turning the corner, standing on the precipice of one phase, moving through the transition of that one to the one that came after. rarely are there such distinct lines, but this one was clear, even before it arrived. i knew something was coming even if i didn't know what it was. one year ago i had a dream about a man, played by jason bateman, who was in love with me. in the dream he let me use his hairbrush. simple, plain, sure. but it was the element of sharing everything that was his.

one year ago today i had no idea what i'd wake up to, one year ago tomorrow