your awe is more beautiful than your tears

(for tiffanie --angel, demoness, human.)

when your work reflects your wide eyes, wonder at things, simple, plain, contextual, sexual, vicious, gritty, that is when you are shining to blindspots for us, on us.

when you are crying, your words just simmer, like water in a pot, aching, real, but lonely and seperate from us.

languishing, you make it simple sometimes.

2004-03-03 | 3:57 p.m.
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