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sometimes
words
are not
enough

fifty two
52



patience.
payshents.




i am just now glimpsing the infinite possibilities
that each moment of life posseses.

my brain is melting on the sidewalk.

completely baffled
and unexplained
my heart tremors could sink an island.

could sink.
i could sink.

i was just thinking and
now
dont be
i need a pencil
i cannot do the interwebs, not today.
i need to write exactly what is happening on a piece of the typewriter's paper I got from that garage sale last year.
i need to lay in a field
can i show you that field
its my favorite field in the world
nobody understands
you could
nobody ever writes back
you should
i pray to the gods and the crumblies and
everything in between
that you will.
that you can fathom.

my fingers are cold.

now it's said and done.
say goodbye to the people we dont know.
go back to sleep
and lets sail away to the beaches of normandie.


for however many years I have dreamed of the northern french seaside, of normandie, where it is soft, easy. a quiet little place with jonathan, and one day perhaps a quiet little face.

whenever I get overwhelmed, I go there in my mind.
I sit by the rocks, my toes in icy waters. and forget this place, and whisper to myself,

nevermind them at all.
lets sail away to the beaches of normandie.


one day soon.

desperatly have i been trying to organize my life,
and it just keeps getting more dissarayed.
i bought new towels, it didn't help.

jon and i layed in bed all morning the other day.
and whispered and loved and softed.

it was lovely.
my life is so lovely.
i really have nothing to complain about.
got an offer for my photo exhibit.
i may be a holy disaster at organization,
but...

Im all smiles.

i love
this season.

its quiet.

its better.
goaway.

and never return.

well its true.