would have loved to see you grow into manhood.
Cassé
We are all a little bit broken.
It’s just that,
Some pieces, still manage to fit together.
I don’t wanna write this down.
I don’t wanna write this down.
I wanna tell you how I feel right now.
I don’t wanna take no time to write this down.
I wanna tell you how I feel right now.
Sometimes,
My heart mourns for words it cannot express.
-Forgottenmeadows
Deep wells
“…I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like Deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while…”
-Haruki Murakami
My dear Melancholy
In the early hours of this morning it was far too hot for anyone to sleep.
You told me I was strange and kissed me
sunk your teeth into my soft bottom lip twice. So hard I thought you drew blood.
I keep getting the feeling that if you look at me for long enough
you may see that I have a thousand fears
just like your mother who never really wanted you to leave
meanwhile mina I am catching up on the sleep that we missed
and waiting patiently to feel normal again.
My thoughts about you are frightening but precise.
I can see the house on the hill where we grow our own vegetables out back
and drink warm wine out of jam jars
and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up
wena
you make me feel like myself
again. Myself before I had any solid reasons to be anything else.
Last night you gave me space to dream bigger than the single bed.
You laughed in your sleep and I cried in mine
and this afternoon we might be tired because the sun is fierce today
and so much happened between midnight and now
but Bhabha you are terror and brilliance
so
I am the kind of woman who is already teaching my body to miss yours
without craving.
I am the type of woman who is already teaching my heart to miss yours
without failing
and I am quite sure that you will find this unnecessary
but I am already searching for a place to run to and hide when you say,
Uthando lwami. I’m ready. Are you?
You know that I would gladly drive with you to the other side of the world with only the clothes I am wearing
and the loose change
and empty peanut shells in my purse
kodwa
every time you leave the room I worry
and think that perhaps I have imagined you
and maybe you have imagined me.
’sthandwa sami
(my beloved, isiZulu)’
Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’
When I read this I cried so hard my whole face went red, I still can’t read it without feeling like someone’s clutching my heart in their hands.
Lacasa Da Papel
Charlie
“I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons and maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to chose where we come from, we can still choose where we will go from there.”
– The pecks of being a Wallflower
Thoughts
I wonder how much love in this world hides behind silence…
Honestly?
I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I’ll have trouble letting go.