I Wrote This For You

I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

A Letter To New York

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I read this in New York on the 19th of March this year at the start of a book signing/reading. I hope you are all safe. Dear New York, ...
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Monday, October 29, 2012

Here Then There

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I am moving cities this week. Large boxes everywhere. Moving trucks and so on. I will do my best to be here. I will miss you. Thank you fo...
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Friday, October 26, 2012

The Winter Child

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In bright white snow, when everything sleeps. And hope has left you lonely. When all you ever remember about summer is how it ended. ...
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Story Can Neither Be Created Nor Destroyed

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As you fall, remember that you are part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born. Remember that you are the universe e...
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Importance Of Correctly Numbering Things

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There are more grains of sand in the soles of your shoes than you will be given winters to dream or summers to make those dreams real. A...
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Monday, October 22, 2012

The World Would Be Easier

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The world would be easier if the homeless were all just lazy and all they needed to do was just get a fucking job. The world would be ea...
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Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Night Holds The Day So Softly

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You own this hand now. Because when I close my hand around your hand, I can feel your hand, feeling mine. And it feels the same.
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