There was much of you my
soul found it already knew. The rest of you downloaded into my bones and flesh. My ancestors hugged yours and our traumas wept. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎
is there a thought in
mind or habituation there is not knowing
You held me in grass,
In times of despair. You my very last, Dont worry, beware. You told me its fine, You’ll see me again. All loves have a line, Never wanting end. To roam the woods more, Was all I wanted. What love away soar, Ever known daunted? All sweet passing through, Carolina knew…
Thank you Carolina…
Stars in your eyes.
Stars in my eyes. What I experienced, you do not know. You cannot feel what I felt. You cannot see what I saw. Something more beautiful than nature. Something more beautiful than law.
Hey, are we in love?
Is this love? Is this that delusion- That everybody feels? I don’t want you to say yes or no. I want the truth. Is this my selfish delusion or yours? Where is something deeper? Where is something more? Is this it? Is there logic? Hmm, where? Where is it? Can I stay here? Maybe? Is it bad? Please say yes. Please say no. Let me learn. Is to love, to know? I want to know. Is to know, to love? I want to know more. I want to know none. Nothing more. But I need something. Nothing more. I want to know you. Are you my love? Are you mine?
Written on March 9, 2011
It's funny when you feel like you're holding hands but you know your arms would wrap the world to do so.
When your kissing without touching lips, you feel the warmth when the only thing next to you is a memory. It’s funny how I melt in your eyes that I can't see and run my fingers through your hair if only the resemblance of the wind that surrounds you. It's funny that it feels so ineffably together apart. Sometimes the together aparts just to light flame so you know it's there. Not a lighthouse or a forest fire, not a comet or a firework. Something close. Something you hold and nurture. Something that’s right next to you, even though you can't touch it… not fully. Like a candle and wine. Something I can’t pull my eyes from. Something that isn’t more than it needs to be and covers me in goosebumps like the first time we kissed. It's funny how you can fall from such a distance that you never even left your home.
The ever always ended continue
I'm afraid that if I die
People wont know things only I know Like how N likes their carrots Or how L loves her dad Only I know this, like this Of course others know some of this too, some of the time But no one Not one single person knows that you You two Are perfect I mean this literally I was gifted this knowledge when you were born I know this viscerally, like this. Or that you're beautiful in ways that make me hate words In ways that render language hollow, meaningless, obscene I am not being dramatic. And also that you are good By which I mean loveable Like very and always Fundamentally, inherently This is not something you can ever change even though you'll probably try And you might convince other people Maybe even your dad, or your therapist, or your lover, or yourself But you'll never convince me I don't know why I just know this And I need you to know this too
This is not exactly a will. More like "I cant bear going without you knowing".
I know all of your jokes
the stories you tell after a few beers how your voice sounds at 4am when you haven’t slept all night because we had a fight and you just want to make up I know that you’re scared of turning into your father or coming anywhere close but I also know that you won’t I know the day we met I knew that I had to know you but now that’s all gone