January 2012
December 2011
I would rip apart my defenses to let you in, and together we’d rebuild them from the broken pieces of our old skin. One fort to hold two souls would require significantly less emotional resources than to build two separate ones. Our resources limited, our souls will bind out of necessity and shield ourselves from the world outside. Our only risk – that we kill each other with no escape from this...
I don’t know Where would I go? trapped my whole life by limitations I only set goals for realistic destinations but give me freedom of choice and I suspect I would be robbed of voice I don’t know where would I go?
I am confined to reality I can’t jump through time into futures and history; can’t travel interplanetary All my thoughts, all my desires, all of me caught within this boundary I wish I...
A thing I do is rest the base of my palm on my heart with a cigarette resting between my third and middle finger and imagine or remember relationships and faces in the swirl of the smoke. Its so abysmally romantic. It’s like predictions of the future and tribute of the past. The only downside is it’s a reminder of the loneliness of the present.
“Its just that you’re about to do something out of the ordinary… And after you do something like that, the everyday look of things might change a little. Things may look different to you than they did before. But don’t let appearances fool you. There’s always only one reality.” - Murakami, 1Q84
“Oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke...”
– Frank O’Hara (via atomiclanterns)