Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The Air In My Blood
You think I'm doing this to be romantic. Standing in public spaces and airing my heart out, oxygen in the blood and all that never was. I'm not doing it to be romantic. I'm doing it because it's fucking necessary.
Written by Me at 12:20 AM
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me too. feels like somehow strangers well wishes can make it heal faster...
You are always <3 Keltie, thank you.
This is perfect.
This is spot on. Perfect. <3
It's necessary because I want to spend forever with you.
That's me and what I do! So true, Thank You!
Yes, yes. Yes.
I love you -- you, Iain, all of you. That was fucking necessary, too.
Intentions aside, I don't think it would be, or could be, romantic if it weren't completely necessary. The necessity of it is what makes it real, sincere...without that what's the point?
i love the urgency of this
it's when the surgeon cracks your chest to revive your heart and the blood doesn't flow that you realize just how necessary it really is to bleed every once in awhile.
Yes. It is necessary to bleed, but...
when you are under the surgeon's spotlight,
naked on a cold stainless steel table,
chest cavity clamped wide open,
heart oozing in hand,
tubes down your throat,
air bubble in your drip...
it's not -as- easy to stand up & bleed in public. No!
=( where have you been?
So, I've been addicted to your blog for the past week and this is as far as I could withhold myself before leaving a comment. I have to admit I admire you. You inspire me to create this open letter blog to my special person despite the fact he will never know. I hope you don't take it as an offense that I just took you r words and put them in my mouth but I never knew how until I came here. Thank you. I think you're brave. And this post specially, out of them all, is THE right thing, the letter everybody in this world hopes and dreams about inspiring. The one you wrote it for is very lucky.
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