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what if i one day askedyouto tell meabout everythingthat is worth being lovedin this world how much timeand how many thingswould pass beforeyou told me aboutyou
how many times has the world endedonly to begin againnext morning it is all so simple:you must live this lifeeven if it kills you resolve nothing elseno matter the year sit in sunlight a little longerhold a hand in your handand do not, i pray,wait for morning it will always comeit will always all begin … Continue reading
have you thought of the seedsyou planted as a child how large the trees have becomehow heavy you cannot carry all the things with youas you grow you must learn to fill your lungs with what was left behind
there is so much hereto wonder atto write onto will into song yes herewhere the oceans will remindthat if you will not become the watersyou will be swayed by the waves yes herein the long stretch of another yawning yearwhere there is no such thing as frigidity:the freeze is just another start yes herein that … Continue reading
some things do not stop at the end of the worldeven if the restaurants are bareand my fridge is empty too some small things live in between the puny pulselike the fact that i still love hereven if there is quiet in her deep, open heart noweven if the light slumps idle in my roomstuck … Continue reading
the sky is made of a deep lavender and swirls of separated light and tonight i listened to the music we did, danced to the coffee and uncatena, watched as sylvan esso brought me back. i had a date with me during the debacle. it went horribly, resembling more booger than boogie. she left mad … Continue reading
and suddenly, you’re 32, and you don’t recognize where you are, and you have been to many places, and you think there are still more to go to, and maybe you are overcome by greed and selfishness and a home that is not your home but that has halls that are filled with all the … Continue reading
are we only we in the broken things must we continue to bleed on those who never wounded us who do you talk to now that you are alone like a scab does the moon behind your chest still hold a reflection in the knife can butter still bend the metal where are you … Continue reading
where are the herds the wild wolves that would massacre this hopeful innocence still hopping into each day the maddening light that cannot reach the deep breath of the forest everything has been cut down and domesticated even the spring has a plan nowadays for what will grow when it will be you … Continue reading
to breathe beyond these shadows i must look elsewhere than where your absence leaks into the late afternoon dark underneath the door light curling behind the curtains like a cat we had together before it died to destroy the love left in my bones i must wade beyond the treeline against the hefty hues … Continue reading
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