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Synthesis
Thursday, March 26, 2015 || 9:17 PM
i.
i am collecting
blood samples:
a sliver, a river,
oceans of red
gathered in my palms.
ii.
how much
light does one
need? my heart
is dense with it.
iii.
this is why
we exist in an
endless symbiosis —
a quiet contentment
emblazoned; settled
into each self.
"... Thank you for
taking me in."
Patience
Tuesday, March 24, 2015 || 12:22 AM
(i don't know about this one... i hardly like anything i write these days)
you have
inhabited all the
spaces between
my breaths — i am
a vessel; hands
encompassing,
encircling, holding,
wanting, needing:
take me. take me.
is anyone there?
i have been waiting —
tenderness has
grazed my palms since;
a quiet song fading
into my skin.
where are you?
i still wait for you.
Just a thought
Tuesday, March 17, 2015 || 11:34 AM
..... I was reading my old posts, and I miss writing about happier things. About warmth, content, bliss. Writing because I cannot contain the joy spilling from my open palms. Writing because of the surges of warmth that spread to my edges and have stationed themselves beneath my skin. Writing because of the feeling of light in my heart. Writing because I am saturated in love.
Hopefully, one day soon. (P.S This does not mean I am not happy now because I am, I am, I am.)
An apology to a friend
Thursday, March 5, 2015 || 8:34 PM
(dayre excerpt #2... i usually just write there now)
I am so sorry — this has nothing to do with you, you are a separate entity, you are collateral damage. You are nothing but an innocent bystander yet your loose parts collide with my harsh edges — they leave rips on your palms.
There is something inside of me that has changed. Until I am healed, cracks no longer dispersed by light, there is no room for you in these altered spaces between my heart and my breath that falls short at your name.