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10/29/2014

 
Do you know what it's like 
to be pulled further from the sun, 
wondering how it becomes warmer, 
and why the roads you're on 
stay lit up as clear as day. 
Do you know what it's like 
to feel the hours you stand on 
take their holiday, the distance 
between now and the next 
measured by the imprint of his lips, 
on your lips. 
And seconds are replaced with 
passes of his fingertips
'round the small of your back. 
This is what happens 
when the universe gets time right, 
and when we're no longer dependent 
on a sun to replace our carnal desire, 
for desire. 
And when life is measured 
by the shortest distance between each other.


inhale to exhale

10/6/2014

 
Surfers know the strength it takes to let the ocean do its thing to your body as you find yourself sinking in its swallow. The chaos of natures mutilation only escalates when you fight the inevitable, the next ton of force in line to keep you below surface. And when you're finally able to find yourself out of the inside, and into the air outside, you inhale the assumption that this was a reminder that you've been wrestling with the Gods.

But the truth is in the exhale. We're all only wrestling with ourselves, in Gods backyard.

Picture

a name tattooed 

10/1/2014

 
I may not ever get his name tattooed on my body, but I think I understand why people do.

Because it's not enough to have the feeling of being at home burnt into the ghosts of their breastbone and where the heart presses against but never quite pierces the skin. The tattoo brings life to the ghosts, makes human the pieces of our bodies. The thought of missing and the idea of forever are temporarily transposed into a ceremony where mortality isn't a misfortune, but an indulgence. How can it be so bad, that ink makes our dying cells permanent.

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    This is what happens when I'm inside too long and I decide to walk outside, to get some air. This is where my notes go. Notes that have, and/or will, decide to walk outside of this. 

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