Here is the simple truth about people: Love the ones you want to keep.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
The Objection Your Honour
Just then, right in the middle of the brilliant monologue your defence attorney is delivering about all the things you've done and all the people who love you, the prosecution slides a note over to you, "Don't ever forget, everybody hates you."
You add it to the pile of notes he's already given you, which read:
"No one will ever understand you in the way that you desperately want them to understand you."
"You will watch all your favourite musicians kill themselves and all your movie stars will grow old."
"Everything you've ever made has been trite and cliche and horrible. In fact anyone who's ever said they've liked anything of yours has done so out of pity"
"One day you and someone you love will find yourself in a room and one of you will be dead and the other will wish they were."
All of which he will later enter as Exhibit B in the long, drawn out court case to convict you of being simply pathetic and sad and useless at everything, really.
And yet your defence attorney carries on. And you know that sometimes, he's fighting for your life.
You add it to the pile of notes he's already given you, which read:
"No one will ever understand you in the way that you desperately want them to understand you."
"You will watch all your favourite musicians kill themselves and all your movie stars will grow old."
"Everything you've ever made has been trite and cliche and horrible. In fact anyone who's ever said they've liked anything of yours has done so out of pity"
"One day you and someone you love will find yourself in a room and one of you will be dead and the other will wish they were."
All of which he will later enter as Exhibit B in the long, drawn out court case to convict you of being simply pathetic and sad and useless at everything, really.
And yet your defence attorney carries on. And you know that sometimes, he's fighting for your life.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
The Protective Nature Of Glass
I sometimes wonder what you're thinking of me, then I remember that you're probably wondering what I think of you, which makes me wonder if any of us ever think of ourselves.
Or if we think of nothing else.
Or if we think of nothing else.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
The Briefest Respite
If all you do is make something beautiful for someone else, even if it's only for a moment, with a single word or small action, you have done a great service.
Because life can be ugly and frustrating and for so many, it is.
Because life can be ugly and frustrating and for so many, it is.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
The Oceanic Feelings
The scariest thing you can think of, is giving up the thing that kills you. The thing you can't live without.
Monday, April 14, 2014
The Jacket Weather
Loneliness is a kind of winter. And you drag me, kicking and screaming, into some kind of bright summer.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
The Love Like Sunlight
I hope one day you get to love someone like you love breathing air or drinking water. Like they are fundamental to your existence, needed and necessary.
I hope you get to love like gravity loves, like the sun loves the earth.
Like warm sunlight upon soil that makes plants grow.
I hope one day you get to love like that.
Friday, April 4, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Silver Astrolabe
Remember,
There's a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there's directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there's a star you can't see that shines in a North you'll never know.
And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.
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