Monday, June 27, 2011

a lost firefly
circling my living room
I hope he gets out

☀K☁
some love letters:

sunday:

Rest is for the hours your face of the earth shies away from the sun.
Rest is for Sunday, according to Genesis.
Rest is for mornings and rainy days.
Rest is for those from whom youth has slipped in-between their cracked hands.
Rest is for the dead.

Let us stay awake while our youthful hue sits on our skin like morning dew. We can kiss in the rain until we cannot see our hands and walk until we cannot see where we once came from. We’ll stay up all night and try new things and love each other until our hearts are as numb as our feet. And when exhaustion has finally taxed our bodies, I’ll take hold of you. The shapes of our bodies can curl into one another like two charred, dying matches, a wisp of smoke the only reminder that it was 451 degrees just moments before. I want to hold your hands and read your beautiful eyes and exchange intimate gestures. I wouldn’t want to rest with anybody else.

monday:

I want my lonely ears to be graced with your sweet voice. My hands are hollow and confused. I miss the taste of your skin. You are a much lovelier use of space than the pillows in my bed, or the empty wind lapping at my back as I walk down my moonshine-soaked street. Sometimes I visit you in my sleep, and my interpretation of your soul blinks back at me. It’s hazy and sometimes I forget the exact locations of the freckles and scars on your chest, but the impression of your company makes me so happy.
My hands cannot wait to meet yours again.


☀K☁

Thursday, June 23, 2011


This makes me happy.

☀K☁

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


I'll watch the orange pomp of the setting sun

as they idle their way to kingdom come

I thrive in the present, my thoughts free and merry

letting their limitless lives forever tarry

☀K☁

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


By all official and unofficial means, summer has finally begun:

-The summer solstice
-The conclusion of torturous finals
-My birthday (the 17th one, for those who were curious)
-A celebration on the beach
-Everybody who I hold near and dear to me going somewhere far away
-My purchasing of "the journal," a tradition that has been with me and my group of friends for the past few summers
-Sleeping with my window open
-Fireflies
-That unmistakable summer vibe that has once again taken residence in my chest

I'm so excited.


☀K☁
Things about Will:

-He's mostly sad
-He's made me sad again as a result
-He's made me happy again, as well
-He has a funny laugh
-He didn't let himself throw up once during chemo
-He's conceited
-He's strong
-He's weak
-He took the Oxycondone when I told him not to
-He thinks I'm beautiful
-His father's dying
-He hates his father
-His favorite color is navy blue
-His second favorite color is the color of my eyes
-He cried when his hair fell out
-He's a vegetarian
-He's a nerd
-He's not a virgin
-He's self-conscious
-He gets turned on when I lick his ear
-He wears sweatshirts on Mondays
-He likes to tease me
-He's lazy
-He's fun
-He adores me

5/2

☀K☁

Sunday, June 5, 2011

"I adore you my dear, you mean more to me every day I think of you."

☀K☁

Saturday, June 4, 2011

a hurried list that I wrote when I was angry:

-you're stubborn
-you're always horny
-you talk about your insecurities too often
-you refuse to lie to make me feel better
-you always talk about your ex-girlfriends
-you won't let me help you
-you often make me more upset than you make me happy
-you make me cry
-you let yourself be sad
-I'm not good enough to keep you around

It's funny how best friends can be the bitterest of enemies at the same time.


☀K☁

beautiful

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