lovelettertypewriter

there is no one here now. it is quite at long last and there are still after all of this things i needed wanted more than anything to get said. so i thought i might just ramble on a bit and hope that no one someone anything at all will happen.
there is nothing i love as much as rain at midnight. it reminds me makes me feel like everything is coming together and falling apart at once. i know there will be a new sun soon and the clouds will fall away and leave us tempted, once agin to rise and make for the streets money love the things we each have called necessary. so i listen to lovelettertypewriter and think about calling friends i haven't spoken to since before i was born. that's how it feels. but i wanted to make things clear first. i had have never probably will feel sunlight the way i did before you or look into the eye of a careful storm and know that you could see through it all through to me and know that it would be alright to be inivsible and blank, as long as it were beneath your eyes beaneath your glare and slipping backwards trembling like an angel broken wings and disgraced. you have swept the grace from my eyes, pulled the gravity loss from my shoulders and locked me in this vault of blood and sweat and sex and need again. i can't remember how it was to be so free and watching the light fall upwards to you. that is where it all began. where it all ends and none of us can remember our names. so here are these cursed words from a man bent on waiting till the end to watch the sunset and hoping praying someone soon will notice. i'll never make it out of here alive. then you hit me. in memories and tiny peices from every direction like a wave and i am clean and pure and knowing that i can sleep without the need to see you hear you or even cast a thought your way.

it only lasts a second when i feel alive.

2002-09-20 | 6:42 p.m.
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