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funerals

i think oftenabout you telling me thatone diesonce they are forgotten so knowthat even thoughwe do not talkand i do not know much anymoreabout you if you were to passi’d keep you alive

forgiven

do not give into the terrorof waiting for the terrible but do we fault the weedsfor growingwhere others cannot you must let what isbecome and thensometimesbe forgiven

april

yes aprili can hear you How tired you mst beare yu colddo you need some tea it is my birthday today, too,and i feel thatthe leaves are starting to budand there are birds everywhereand i am finally not afraidto sayyes yes yesi can be heretoo it has taken a lifetimebut doesn’t everything?

so go

oh i knowyou are tired so gogo ondo it tiredly you must bemore afraidof wasting your lifethan anything elsethat can retireyouinto oh no nonot now

the finish line

when it is donewhen all will have gonewhen there is nothingand no one you will not askdid i do enough you will instead saywhat is leftto be done and who have i entrustedto do it

answer

am i goodam i good at sportsam i good at writingam i good at listeningam i good at enjoying the smallthings that are never quite small these are the wrong questions, of course no one is all good be ok with badyou will be badthis is goodit is all i ama bad beingtrying for good

and now take a breath

i have metthose who kissas thoughit were all they knewhow to do i have met thosewho made meforget how to doanything else,too

violently

don’t you knowthat love isbrutality too much lightkills the planttoo much waterthe roots will drownand too muchof your hand in mineleft an imprintthat won’t fillwith what i knownow

inside voices

it is all loudly terriblethis much is true but somewhere someplacethere is a person ouring teainto their lover’s cupthere is a screw tightened on a loose, veering fanthere is a child tearing off a bandaidsaying look look i’ m better the work of your lifeis that you must rememberthere is not only the broken this … Continue reading

the way

i am hereto tell youthat the wayis not linear it circlesand circles each time you come backto the same placeand learn a little moreabout howyou got here there is no wrong movethere is no wrong place you are exactly whereyou need to be