January 2011
December 2010
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“The best way to waste your life, … is by taking notes. The easiest way to...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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to the boy with a million galaxies in his eyes: i hear you in the walls sometimes, a whisper, a shuffle. not a ghost, but rather a make believe sea. the flood that keeps me drowning, the tide that keeps me reaching.
to the boy who taught me how to swim: thank you.
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infuse
pierced minutes murmur
inside pale hands searching
words ignite- they soften
lungs meet fire
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i have to remind myself that there will never be another you.
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i fall in love too much not enough. i fall in love with the sound of rain, the ink stains on my mother’s fingers, the uncertainty in a stranger’s walk, the patches of freckled skin on your shoulder blades, my chapped lips, the smell of coffee, the asylum in your eyes, moleskin, collarbones, the sea. i fall in love.
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sometimes when i drive by houses, i try to catch a glimpse of what’s going on inside and in my head i create stories for those people, all with their own happy ending.
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she said, “don’t hold your breath, darling” but all i can think about is how i never learned to swim.
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sometimes i pinpoint moments where i felt the shaky calm of safety drowning out the vulnerabilities