July 2011
6 posts
to the living: be unto love as rain is unto... →
unlonely:
be unto love as rain is unto colour;create me gradually(or as these emerging now hills invent the air) breathe simply my each how my trembling where my still unvisible when. Wait
if i am not heart,because at least i beat -always think i am gone like a sun which must go sometimes,to make an earth…
unlonely:
i’m having one of those moments where there are all these words caught in my throat and if i try to cough them up, they spill out a jumbled mess. so i swallow them instead.
And it seems like all you want is to spill everything, but you know that if you try too hard, you’ll lose control, and say too much, and lose yourself forever in the whole mess???
I've been doing this thing
I’ve been writing a letter to my friend Rachel everyday. I don’t send them to her, and I don’t plan to either. I’ve been writing them to her, but they’ve all been for me. I’m thinking of making a tumblr for that, I’d probably call it DeadLettersToRachel, what do you think???