September 2012
1 post
again
I think about all these words I’d want to say again and again because I could have never said them often enough.
August 2012
3 posts
tide III
In the end there wasn’t a difference.
after
When we aren’t really sure what we miss and we only know that something isn’t there that was before.
during
We wanted to dream, not sleep. But in the end we found that we couldn’t do either.
July 2012
13 posts
lost
How can you lose things that don’t belong to you. That you never held. That you never had.
Like love. And hope.
cliffs
But at least with your hand in mine, I think I can manage the fall.
hollow
and I don’t want to be filled up.
1 tag
blues graduate
I am not awake. You are not awake. And we have never been awake. And we are not going to awake up anytime soon.
2 tags
continuum
When you are dislocated and out of time and what you know of space and presence bends and blurs at the edges, that is when you’ll see that ray of light that you’d been missing in your life.
2 tags
places
So many things remind me of other places that I have been or should be in a past or future life, but never now.
2 tags
tide II
You know you’ll have to cry these tears again, the ones that push up against your eyelids like the tide. There is always the moon and there is always tomorrow.
1 tag
the necessary
Why must you ask me to trust you?
Why must you ask me to believe you?
sometimes
We do this to ourself on purpose sometimes. And fall in love with the half hazed feeling of not being awake. To feel honest. To live a truth.
2 tags
the past
I wish you could see the entirety of everything and see yourself through my eyes and you’d know why my heart is this way, beating fast when I think of you. And why my eyes fill with tears when I hear your voice. And I lose my breath at the sight of your smile.
1 tag
caves
My words are hollow. Your words are hollow. Words are hollow but I bet we can fill them, together, if we really tried.
2 tags
open up
I know that we mean different things, but for a time, I wish we wouldn’t when we say I love you.
1 tag
the addition of things
I’m surprised how things that we never thought could add together, do. So easily.
