Wednesday, November 24, 2010

does a blank page scare you?

sometimes i find this blog a bit like opening a new journal. it's perfect. just by itself.

i feel guilty for forgetting to post. what shall i write? i worry. i don't want to ruin it with all my untidy handwriting. and it scares me. a lot.

but maybe that's exactly what it needs. for me to find a blank page somewhere lost in the middle. to scribble. and draw all over it. imperfection.

Monday, November 15, 2010

hundreds of tiny words

you have a pile of books next to your bed. a little shelf all its own. and i love you for it.


No lips, don't make a sound
Don't let him hear the break in your voice
Hand, let go of his with ease and grace
Don't let him bleed under your nails

from Hold Heart by Emiliana Torrini

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

my dear

i listened to these beautiful words in the morning. then again. and again. and again.

i've been outside. invited in. but I couldn't abide. i wouldn't miss it again. burning every bridge that i cross. to find some beautiful place to get lost.
i had true love. i made it die. i pushed her away. she said please stay. burning every bridge that i cross. to find some beautiful place to get lost.
i don't know where I'll go now. and I don't really care who follows me there. but I'll burn every bridge that I cross. and find some beautiful place to get lost.

from Let's get lost by Elliott Smith

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

oh summer!

dear sunshine,

i felt you on my skin today. and you left a mark. i have dreamt of you. for sometime now.

i want to feel your burning heat on my shoulders. my sweat. your dry wind. and the too cold salty water against my skin.