September 2009
August 2009
like the salt sceneted air of the ocean trapped in an old jelly jar.
i bring you everywhere i go.
thank you casey
(:
they couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst
with all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
they crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
against the walls against your rules against your skin
“whenever you stop singing for a while, i notice a part of you dying”
—
“Nostalgia is a seductive liar.”
—George W. Ball
you reach out and touch, look out and see, i just feel everything.
it’s like i’m literally pressing my heart directly against everything around me.
