Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
May I see the things in front of me as they are, not as I think them to be.
May I walk the steps ahead of me one at a time, not wondering if there's a map.
May I say the things that fix things, not break them further apart.
May I do what I need to do, not be distracted by what I can't.
May I dream of what I hope for, not of what I fear.
May I love you like I love you, not as any other, me.
Written by Me at 12:19 AM
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
I'd like to apologise for the lack of posts, my house was broken into last night and, amongst other things, my laptop was taken. I'm absolutely fine and I have a spare one, I'll resume writing as soon as I can.
Thank you for your patience. I miss you. I love you. I thank you.
Written by Me at 1:44 AM
Monday, August 15, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Please don't open your eyes.
The world is wrong today.
I don't want you to see it.
Those dreams of burning cars, of bankers crying in the streets, of the earth shaking, they're not dreams.
Just stay warm for now.
Just for a little while now.
Before it hits.
Before it takes.
Written by Me at 11:29 PM
Monday, August 8, 2011
The first stain happened when your hand first touched mine.
The second is black pen ink.
The third was an accident, or so everyone said.
The fourth is a burn or worse.
The fifth is the name of a feeling I made up and then wrote down.
When no one's around, I practice saying the words you'll never hear.
Written by Me at 2:50 AM
Thursday, August 4, 2011
All I ever wanted you to do was feel this feeling. Be this way. Exhale the sky.
All you ever did was feel different. Be away. Wash your hands with air.
All I love is a feeling. I still feel this way. I cannot breathe.
I still forget there's air out there.
I still forget how white hot everything was.
I still forget myself.
There's nothing wrong with this.
There's nothing true about this.
You were once everything I felt.
You were once everything.
You were, once.
And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.
Written by Me at 9:14 AM