Sunday, October 29, 2006
in my dream i was so angry.
i could feel rage burning the back of my throat. i was screaming and growling like an animal. i pushed people down and swung my fists into their faces over and over. i destroyed everything i saw and i didn't care. i didn't care. (and maybe it's because i slept curled around that thing that is not quite you instead of your body. maybe it's because i pressed my cheek against cold metal instead of your skin.)
i could feel rage burning the back of my throat. i was screaming and growling like an animal. i pushed people down and swung my fists into their faces over and over. i destroyed everything i saw and i didn't care. i didn't care. (and maybe it's because i slept curled around that thing that is not quite you instead of your body. maybe it's because i pressed my cheek against cold metal instead of your skin.)
Thursday, October 26, 2006
it's going to be the little things that kill me.
we never got to finish that scrabble tournament. you aren't going to come see the new christopher guest movie with me. and when i laugh out loud at chuck klosterman, i can't lean over and ask you if you found that part funny too. between these moments, i try to live.
we never got to finish that scrabble tournament. you aren't going to come see the new christopher guest movie with me. and when i laugh out loud at chuck klosterman, i can't lean over and ask you if you found that part funny too. between these moments, i try to live.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
there is no way to say what i want to say to you. and it's too impossible to believe that you're not going to come home. all i can do is love you like you're still here.
you are my light.
you are my song.
i'm beautiful because you loved me.
you are my light.
you are my song.
i'm beautiful because you loved me.
