February 2012
16 posts
sladegibbs:
i dreamt you left me and the sound of the train crept up inside me as well but the main thing was you leaving and well you are almost all the way gone in this waking life, the freezing of my sheets is evidence that i don’t produce enough body heat alone to stay comfortable still for long, so i could keep dreaming that at least i could have a chance to stop you, put the words together...
January 2012
26 posts
Tharraleos: Pollen →
tharraleos:
Is this speaking in tongues? Am I doing this right? Your kiss in my lungs, My hands on your hips, We swayed all night long. I could have caught the humming bird That beat inside your chest If you weren’t so distracted With holding your breath. And you could have kept the great white shark That…
December 2011
49 posts
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
– Annie Dillard (via withtheship)