goatface killlaah!

one day

that lark is beautiful.

Ha! Beautiful you say? How can it be beautiful?
For it knows not the joys of playing the harp, or tasting the finest wine
or appreciate the sight of sunlight in your face.

Yes, it's content, but at what sacrifice?
To not know of the joys which you bring me?

Beautiful my friend, it is not.

For what you consider beauty,
I consider a curse.

1.6

Every cold greeting
every waking morning
every breath, fought out of the air
for me to own, and to hold

i appreciate the difficulty. nothing easy
ever came without a fight.
like two lovers under a silent winter moon
not speaking, but being.

close your mouth, for once. for once.
not for me but yourself.
eyes tell more then you ever could.
or would even begin to know.

just promise me this, i am all you'll ever be.
and if you leave, let me keep these winter nights.

airships

I should be asleep
but instead im reading about japanese literature
i guess it's my way of leaving here
i need a vacation.

im overworked, underpayed, and underappreciated. would it kill to write me a letter from time to time?

remember last september? it was fall, and the sky was dying above us?

we drove for miles, alone in the world. no one knew we existed.

and we wouldn't of had it any other way. Fall nights, with the smells
and the coldness of night, you brought warmth to us.

I didnt see you. After that, everything, the feeling, evaporated.

I waved goodbye, but you kept your eyes closed.

I still imagine your face.e
xit