December 2011
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I need to write before I finally get lost in the darkness of what you have left me in; or perhaps I am already there. You once wrapped yourself so tightly around my heart that it was hard to breathe; the way that you can’t breathe when you’re dizzy or just before a plane leaves the ground and you clutch onto another’s hand. You once held mine and you made me feel like myself;...
The Secret Histories of Secondhand Books.
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Dear Elliot,
Tell me, how is yourDecember? This year winter has come as a shock to my bones, its frozen teeth leaving bite marks upon my ankles. I wonder what will become of my December. Will I dance under the glimmer of the Christmas lights, with the far away feeling of drunken eyes? Will I hold the Mistletoe beside another’s cheek? Hold another’s hand? I long to hear the sound of my...
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The Water by Johnny Flynn & Laura Marling
“Will you swim with me
in seas of sadness and float
on waves of laughter?”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
“There is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing...”
– Sarah Kay, B
I like nights when I get to start reading a new book.
Oh, how beautiful the moon looks this evening!
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It is a cold and grey Sunday morning, and I am thinking of you. I remember the sound of our laughter as we stood together knee-deep in the sea; strands of my hair jumping up into the air as the wind danced around them. And you held my hand as my feet began to sink; if i’d have known, I would have let her take me. I would have rather been the cause for my own sinking; as now I am the one...
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Only me and the bath tub, and the sounds of Ane Brun; floating between the glow of the candle-light and the whispers of melancholy.
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