January 2011
2 posts
A New Year
To think what a place I was in a year ago. You, I had written off for good, and you, the other you, the real You, the You that started this blog, you were still lodged deep in my bones; the long winter of You had just begun. I was still embracing it, still wallowing in your presence, or lack thereof.
It has been a long year.
A year of discovery. A year of trying to find myself in all the wrong...
December 2010
10 posts
"can i call you sometime soon?"
coming from anyone else, such words would carry little weight. but coming from you, they are everything, everything. they are a step, a huge step, in a direction i’m not sure i’m ready to go in, down a road i thought i’d left behind forever.
we’ve been “talking” sporadically via text for weeks now. “baby steps”, you call it. what exactly we’re...
remember:
anything gained can also be lost.
“in sweetness comes suffering
i won’t rest til i can’t breathe
i...”
– deerhunter, “he would have laughed”
a year ago today there was a blizzard. today the sun is shining.
it's been a year.
exactly one year ago today.
i am exactly the same, yet a completely different person all at once.
i think i’m finally ready to let this go. to let you go.
i think i might be, maybe, finally free.
or am i?
The irony of it all
it’s growing bigger
and i am shrinking
yet getting stronger every day.
arane:
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski
9086) Being fragile means people try harder not to...
