sábado, 23 de maio de 2009

pictures of you

I’d just like to hug you
For so long
We’d never let go
And never be apart


segunda-feira, 4 de maio de 2009

seems so long ago, nancy

The song plays, and it reminds me of you. It was our song of something that never came to be.
I wrote you a verse, probably many. You rejected me, I know not now. Who are you, my sweetest and most unlikely dream? Have I ever told you that you’re my second place? Many ran, dear (away from me), so you need not feel intimidated. How do I even see you? I admit I still fantasize about you. Do you recall last year?
- I’ll never talk about it again, I promise. –
But it was the sweetest taste I’ve ever had, from anyone.

Tomorrow will mark the first anniversary since the last time you told me you loved me (yes, it’s true). Such a long year.


An hour later, I feel scared. As if something was about to happen, as I listen to something entirely-within-me-now. The outside shadows can be quite scary, I guess. It is 3 am now, and I was just thinking on how objects let me look at them and touch them – and how much force they must apply on theirselves to keep their shape. They’re interesting.
Rain falls, it’s that sound they make when they break. What will be the sound of my death? Boom, oh, thump?

Don’t be scared, it’s just the wind. For now.