Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
No one moved.
Someone was throwing a can away when it happened and the can just hung in the air. A man was getting into his car, turning the radio on. A shopping bag was stuck in midswing, carried by a frozen shopper. Birds in the sky just stayed where they were. And then, you turned to me and said
"Now we can be alone."
Written by Me at 7:02 AM
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
There's no noise out here.
Unless you listen closely, in which case, you can still hear the echoes of the first word.
There's no reason to be afraid of shadows.
Unless you've seen where they keep them.
There's no mystery in your blood.
Unless you remember your minerals and metals all come from the ghosts of distant stars.
But other than that, nothing.
Written by Me at 2:56 AM
Saturday, May 7, 2011
How have you been?
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything of real length and I am sorry for that. Life’s been pretty chaotic over the last few months. I got hijacked at gunpoint (and got over it). Jon, the photographer for I Wrote This For You, has moved from Japan to Germany. Some important people lived or died. The world turned and clocks, quite audibly, tocked. I went on hiatus for a month to deal with things.
I was not idle. Things happened. I will try my best to construct my next sentences in a way that accurately portrays them.
I Wrote This For You now has a publishing contract with ireadiwrite. I Wrote This For You, put in the order in which things happened and complimented by a series of unique entries, will become available in a variety of different formats in the coming months, many of which you’ll be able to hold in your hands.
As of several hours ago, while I was sleeping, it became possible to subscribe to I Wrote This For You on your kindle.
It is Saturday morning, 11:00am, I am writing this in my pajamas and asking you to please go to this link
and let the world know how you feel about I Wrote This For You. Like it if you do, in fact, like it. It would mean a lot to us and if you can’t subscribe yourself or don't have a kindle (I don't), simply telling someone about it, posting this letter or tweeting a link will be just as truly and sincerely appreciated (if you write ‘iwrotethisforyou.me’ on a napkin in a restaurant or on your arm or on somewhere where it can be found as it was intended to be, you will win a place in my heart forever and I’ll post photos to the facebook group if you do).
It is now getting cold here, on this side of the world. I will build a fire soon. I checked my mail on my phone at 7:48am this morning and haven’t been able to go back to sleep.
I had to let someone know. Thank you for reading and for listening and for writing. You mean more than the world to me. Thank you.
Writer of I Wrote This For You.
PS. I miss you and hope that things will always be better. With any luck, if things go very, very well, I may even see you soon.
Written by Me at 2:07 AM
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
This train goes straight through your heart but doesn't stop at the station. This train goes straight through your smile when someone names all your feelings. This train rides the contours of your skin. And I am banging on the windows, trying my best to get out.
Written by Me at 12:58 AM