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at besti don’t often say the right htings usually i put my left shoeon my right foot by mistake my body moves by itselfcommonly when sleepingand i jolt awakestartled by my own boisterous being but for a little whilei dreamt beside youwithout shoes or socksor anything reallyand it was right to sayi didn’t oftenfeel ebtter
the problem with loveis not that it does not lastbut that it precisely does hiding in your empty handfound in the way your soap shapesthere in your forgetting, toothere they areteaching you how to fosterpurposeful absence but then years lateryou will be greeted bythe steady soundof their life and you will remembereverything
the questionis not what youwill make of thissingular, treasured life it is who willyou make it withand who willbe there to treasure it singularlyafter the answersend
it was many years agoand i had many years to goand there aren’t many years leftnow anyways but how i still rememberhow to sketch your face how it felt to be closerthan the page to charcoalnot worrying about how many yearswe’d draw out of thissoon to be still life
it is sillybut i am still stuckbelieving in an impossible world where things aren’t so loudwhere there is equal measure of sunand skyand where love lives a little longerthan loss
why are youstill shadowing thebeautiful things build something delightfulinstead then if the beautiful thingsdo not comeit is no bother you will have builtsomething delightfulyou will have becomethat beautiful thingthat others will wishto shadow
what am i afraid ofin this life perhaps it isthat i will have done no thingsthat truly scare me perhaps it isi fearwhat i am perhaps, worst of all,i am afraid that there isreally nothing to fearin this life and how horrifyingis the lonely absencei must learn to tread
it is truethat i came lateto joy but anyone who arrives herein the small stop of happinessis lucky some never bloomand some only know the enjoyment of watchingothers blossom keep your eyes on youfor look lookat how much you’ve grown and how much more youstill will
oh godi must be over thinking againi must be over feeling againi must be over it by nowbut here i am, lover,hoping you come over again
so much talk about flight little saythat it is the landingthat will determineif you can flyagain find your footingstand straightand thenyou will findwhat you can take offto soar
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