December 2010
20 posts
i stood in the middle of the chapel and i looked up at the ceiling. my whole life i have been wanting to see this, and all i thought of was you. it’s killing us, my love, these miles and oceans between us. tiny black seeds grow into suffocating ribs that keep us in strangleholds. we’re left with hours of nothing but the conversations we have with our brain stems. bitter, ranting...
it started raining on the walk home. the bitter cold turned ugly and my face started to hurt. my sister, she started bitching and moaning and making noises about taxis. so i zipped up my jacket and walked faster. there was nothing but the noise of my feet on the pavements. there was nothing but the feeling of my nose and eyes running. there was nothing, but beautiful silence. i took the stairs...
there is a certain way my heart is beating that i dont trust.
i spent six hours in the air above the middle east yesterday. it was all for nothing, we ended up back in limbo, my spine sinking into a mattress in a room of stale cigarette smoke and flat screen televisions. i get to talk to you here more than i thought i would. this comforts me as much as anything else could. i wish you were here, with all the ferocity i thought was missing from that sentiment....
my dad just fell asleep with lights/television on. i wonder if this is how he sleeps now. anything to feel less lonely. he said he felt like mum woke him up this morning. 330am and a sudden voice telling him to write the words down. that poem we read at her funeral leaked from his pen. we’ve all felt her lately. i dont know if it’s been real, or if we’re just really hoping she...
im laying on a bare mattress, with wet hair and my mother’s nightgown on my back. this time saturday i will be halfway to london. i am too tired to write. i have been too tired to write for almost six months. surely this will end soon.
swineanddine:
I fucking love @bambibeatdown
Just needed to clarify that.
i fucking love YOU.
