December 2010
November 2010
Rainy day naps leave me with the creases of pages pressed into my cheek.
I Turn To Tell You
I turn
(and
when I
turn the
whole world
stops
spinning)
to tell
you
(and
when I
open
my
mouth
the words
fall
out
like rain)
I
Love
(and
when I
say
Love
I mean
more
than
anyone
has ever
loved
any
thing)
You
(and
when I
say
You
the rain
stops
and
I mean
only
You)
.He just gets better and better.
“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.”
—The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
Current.
How is it that this shock exists?
This live wire, sparking violently, running its current from your warm body to mine?
How is it that you remain the switch to illuminate the room, give me light to see?
Hot to the touch, burning with life.
How is it that the filaments wound so tightly inside of you don’t create a wildfire with their urgency?
You are the bulb.
You are the switch.
You are the fuse, the plug, the glow.
So how is it that while you make me see so clearly, you are standing
Blind in the dark?
EVandenBerg
“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.”
—Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden
“The snow and I both
have the most uncanny knack
of falling for you.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
have the most uncanny knack
of falling for you.” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
