Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Speed Of Feeling









Now you've gone too fast. Now, you've made me leave me behind.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Flowers Of 3753 Cruithne















Truly great people were once called weird so that today, you aren't called anything.

Monday, June 28, 2010

The Messenger Was Dead When I Got Here









You should tell them the truth. Tell them that if they hold on too tightly, love might cut them. Tell them to hold on tightly anyway. Tell them everything is worth it and that the richness of life is only ever enhanced by its inevitable, brief flashes of sadness and loss.

Friday, June 25, 2010

The Place Sentences Go To Die









No one knows where the words come from and if someone tells you that they do, they're lying.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The End Of Nothing Really Important









And just as we built them, we took the buildings down, brick by brick. We took the steel and the gold and the silver and the oil and put them back beneath the skin of the earth where they belonged. We turned the roads back to rocks and grass and flowers. We told the animals "We're sorry." We took our clothes off and felt the wind on our skin and you and I, we were not ashamed.

Then we turned around, and walked back into the sea.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Things Sold By The Sea Shore









I could've sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn't miss you.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Refracted Night










You forget that, in the dark, we must move closer together in order to see each other. You were never alone.