The air cools.
The sounds change.
The suits and briefcases
scurry to their fortresses
and bolt their doors
and balance their checkbooks and
ignore the screams
and try not to
think about who really owns
Sin City.
Frank Miller
Friday, January 6, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
in place of a lovers arms
my words -
thoughts
wrap themselves
tightly
around my body
constricting limbs, mind, and heart alike.
The only subtle movement
a murmur of hidden pulse
Somewhere in my chest
Silent
Beating
Heart.
The longer we stay like this
consciousness and body
the harder it becomes
to move
At all.
The mind numbs itself
memory disintigrates
Longing ceases to exist.
All I have
is Stillness
Within
Without.
my words -
thoughts
wrap themselves
tightly
around my body
constricting limbs, mind, and heart alike.
The only subtle movement
a murmur of hidden pulse
Somewhere in my chest
Silent
Beating
Heart.
The longer we stay like this
consciousness and body
the harder it becomes
to move
At all.
The mind numbs itself
memory disintigrates
Longing ceases to exist.
All I have
is Stillness
Within
Without.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
playlist three
comptine d'un autre ete: L'apres Midi - yann tierson
draw your swords - angus and julia stone
cold - aqualung & lucy schwartz
only if for a night - florence + the machine
little black submarines - the black keys
post war - m.ward
draw your swords - angus and julia stone
cold - aqualung & lucy schwartz
only if for a night - florence + the machine
little black submarines - the black keys
post war - m.ward
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