December 2010
3 posts
“I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent...”
– T.S Elliot
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in the dusty recesses of my mind
strings pulled too tight in the empty chambers
forgetforgetforget and not feel
i wish it was that easy
November 2010
8 posts
a feeble attempt to disgorge 3 am thoughts on...
Sometimes, when the air is thick and heavy with the silence of night, and my breathing is slow and shallow like trying to squeeze through a just too small tube, sometimes I think about him. They have a word for what It was, some fancy norwegian word with harsh accents and crisp vowels. Forelsket, they called it, “the euphoria of falling in love the first time”. I don’t want love,...
