Saturday, October 8, 2011

“…Time held me green and dying 
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”
― Dylan Thomas

Friday, October 7, 2011

Pablo Neruda

 I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda

Thursday, October 6, 2011

ruin our lives because we can

It is okay to miss things that have wounded you.
Crave fresh scars where flesh was once smooth.
Desire all that is forbidden everywhere
  in your gluttonous heart.

I imagine a place full of things that people search for.
memories caught between glances, that linger through lost trails of thought
The two of us , we would burn it all down if we had the chance.
Choose fire instead of ice. Choose touch instead of distance.

It is true that the world will crumple beneath our heels
and that promises tend to dissolve with the dawn
In the summer time it's okay to sometimes miss the rain.