January 2010
16 posts
I’m having trouble connecting with things again… it’s been days now.
“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t...”
i have melted dreams of kissing you, and of people being set on fire, all at once. i think i should be concerned, but i’m really not. actually, i woke up feeling more comforted than anything else… but i think that should be cause for concern as well.
pale green things
“We were driving to your funeral & our father was not crying because he has a way of tying ribbons around grief. It was the year we learned the piercing that prefaces the blood holds the most delicate of darknesses. Then it was the year we opened all our faucets & waited for the sea to bleed to death. Then it was the year we set fire to your mitt. Then, suddenly the year we started...
